When the skies turn red,
and every river on earth dries out,
when the trees are nothing but naked silhouettes—
darling I’ll be there.
The birdsong is no longer a sound of peace,
in its place,
the war planes roar loudly as they announce yet another nuclear attack.
The same ones that have ripped us from our homes,
the same ones that’ve killed hundreds in a blink of an eye.
Slowly we will watch humanity extinguish itself.
We will take nature with us,
and carve a scar on earth as proof of what we once were.
When Earth takes its last breaths;
before oxygen becomes toxic,
before heat becomes unbearable—
we will sit under the moonlit sky
as we laugh about what we could’ve been.
In some strange way,
we will mourn our potential future.
I will stroke my fingers through your tangled hair
and you will ask:
“Why are humans so evil?”
I sit in silence then answer:
“I don’t know, love.”
I wish we didn’t have to prove that our blood is red
by bleeding for it.
When we hear the war plane growl one last time,
when we take our final breath,
when the last animal dies,
I will hold you tightly—
darling I’ll be there.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC
When the skies turn red,
and every river on earth dries out,
when the trees are nothing but naked silhouettes—
darling I’ll be there.
The birdsong is no longer a sound of peace,
in its place,
the war planes roar loudly as they announce yet another nuclear attack.
The same ones that have ripped us from our homes,
the same ones that’ve killed hundreds in a blink of an eye.
Slowly we will watch humanity extinguish itself.
We will take nature with us,
and carve a scar on earth as proof of what we once were.
When Earth takes its last breaths;
before oxygen becomes toxic,
before heat becomes unbearable—
we will sit under the moonlit sky
as we laugh about what we could’ve been.
In some strange way,
we will mourn our potential future.
I will stroke my fingers through your tangled hair
and you will ask:
“Why are humans so evil?”
I sit in silence then answer:
“I don’t know, love.”
I wish we didn’t have to prove that our blood is red
by bleeding for it.
When we hear the war plane growl one last time,
when we take our final breath,
when the last animal dies,
I will hold you tightly—
darling I’ll be there.
With everything goin on the world right now, I often hold off on writing in general. But this is my way of expressing myself amidst the chaos.
