One day.
One day, there will be a rapture.
There will be a mighty roar and the Earth will rebel against the sky
And the floodgates of hell will open.
One day, our lives so small against the dawn of life itself
Breaks upon the night destruction and Death.
One day all will be broken as we have broken the bread
And our blood will stream into a mighty ocean
That covers the sun forever
Bringing Death in its wake and Death in its part
One day the line between life and death will blur
And all will be cast in the shadow of our own actions
One day.

Sticky lines coat my lips
They scrape and lick their fingers
I am disgusted
Bloodred wine soaking my mouth
A glint of white
Then silver
Then crimson.
And green.
I turn my eyes,
So dark yet so big
To the man on the moon.

Stuck in the endless dream
Staring into the empty stream
nonexistent sparkles of fish below
their colors do your eyes bestow
Their eyes empty and fins transparent
Their bodies bright and their spirit apparent
Her shadow falls upon the river bed
the fish gather as her fingers spread
The strike comes down hard and the fish surge
I want to fight back, but I resist the urge
the fish swarm my body as I fall
No need to put it off, or stall
The fish get bigger as more blows follow
I feel their teeth dig, rip, and swallow
The anger and hate on her is clear as crystal
the dusk sky is turning dark and dismal
Her fist comes closer, turning my world black
several jaws clench down, and I hear a crack
When I come to, the river's dry as bone
I'm left to continue my journey, lost and alone