You always hear,
How, 'so prepared' people are,
To die. To watch another die.
And why not believe them?
After all, it's on T.v.
Splashed around in ****** scenes
In movies oh so ruthlessly.
Oh but in reality!
They are wrong.
Death is consuming.
It eats at your soul,
Looming over you and laughing.
Knowing that there's not a **** thing,
That you can do.
Not. A god. **** . Thing.
In Reality, in your heart,
The world has stopped.
Been ripped apart.
Everything you've come to value,
To understand, to love to accept
All of it....
And you become inept.
The fragile world
built upon constant faces
Burn.
They go from a smolder to a roar!
More nightmares,
than you have ever seen before!
And as the ashes build you begin to choke,
Oh and the worst part is,
The world keeps on turning!
It's a joke!
Another laugh made by fates cruel hands
So the world doesn't stop
It doesn't care.
it smirks as death takes its hold,
and if you aren't one of the lucky,
One of the few
Who can escape the aftershock.
Misery shall catch you.
And once it's in you'll wither away!
Forced to live every wretched day
Wondering,
how?!?!
How does this world still turn?!?
Screaming
Why?!?
Yes...why...
The worst part of death...
Is the why.
But why?