So tell me
Why is the sun falling?
Why has the moon lost its glow?
Why are the stars all fading?
Why has the Earth ceased to turn?
What is the reason
That we've come to see world's end?
What have we done to deserve this
Apocalypse
There is no attack of the undead souls
There is no rampant disease
There is the sky,
It is melting
Coating us in shards in light
And scraps of dreams.
So tell me why
I cannot cry
When I see this, our fate,
so rapidly approaching.