When poems aren’t poetic
And words become pathetic
And the world is filled with doubt,
The sun begins to fade
and the moon begins to wane
And darkness grows throughout.
That’s the day the world ends.
When art just isn’t art
It slowly kills our hearts
And the world is filled with hate.
The world’s canvas is full
and the colors all grow dull
And there is no more room for paint
That’s the day the world ends
When songs just aren’t sung,
And all the expression is done
And there isn’t time for song,
The life starts to decline
And you just cannot rewind
Everything is wrong.
*That’s the day the world ends