A strange weather pattern
Appears up in the sky,
And a strange sludge splatters
Into onlooking eyes.

Menstrual matter falls
From the great godless clouds,
The people struck with awe
As they run, scream alloud.

A trickle turned downpour
Of radiated blood,
Now drowning in a storm
That yields a *** flood.

Dropping violently in pints, gallons, and leagues
We become fossils under a ******* sea.

Bodies lie in juxtaposition,
All dead except for the Mortician,
Though these few have died
He'll take them and hide,
To **** them in ****** up positions.

Here is a man
but is he a man at all?
Nobody knows due to all of his flaws.
No one knows
he isn't human at all.

He tries to live
but each day is the same.
He tries and tries but no one knows his name.
No one knows
and there is no one to blame.

He is confused
as his motivation dies.
Each and every day wilting more inside.
No one knows
that this man is alive.

He is losing himself
and nobody is there.
He can't find anybody anywhere.
No one knows
and no one seems to care.

He has found courage
and chosen this day.
This is the moment and the only way
No one knows
he will emerge today.

Here is a man
who is known by all.
Everybody loves him regardless of flaws.
No one knows
about his previous fall...

Sulking in the shadow  
Of continual despair,
Everything that I know
Falls from my hands into air

Open spaces calling
For me to run and escape,
My feet failing, falling
I can't leave this sullen place.

As I look to the sky
And wonder of tomorrow,
As I so wish to die
Put end to today's sorrow.

When shadows turn darkest, I awake...
Blinding light, becomes my sweet escape.