the heaven's rain turned into funeral black -

the earth opened up beneath our feet -

the winds shared whispers of imminent death -

the rain ignores the fire in the sky above -

the abundant smell of iron wafts -

the sight of flowing scarlet red is everywhere -

the trumpets heard are sonic booms -

there is no place to run -

the souls of evil greedily pull at me below my feet -

the feathers of angels brush past my nose -

the time has ceased, weightless i become -

the end is here -

are you ready ?

i want to be with the stars.
they don’t shake
when they take
a step
and curse
under their breath
because they’ll never be
lovely enough.

i stand at my window sill
and spread my arms out wide
like i’m not afraid
of oblivion.
i whisper to the good nights
and i cry to the bad ones.
  oh, i sing to the ground  
and i scream to the air   

and though my lungs ache,
i command:
“take me to the stars”

and so the world lies flat.

outcast
they say
go away
with their eyes
those looks
will always be louder
than their words
do they meet in secret
to plan my demise
or are they perfectly evil
on a whim
social situations
have never been
my strength
but this
this is not on me
is it?