Visions of the end swallow my mind
I see a man.
A man standing there.
Standing there with his hands in his pockets.
He’s talking to me. Speaking in my mind.
Crushing me with his words.
He’s stepping on the fingers that desperately hold on.
All I want is to know.
I fall into the nothingness
Everything becomes obvious.
I see how it began.
I see how it ends.
I see how I end, with only the birds as my friends.
They’re all gone.
I’m all alone with only the birds as my friends.
They all left me because I couldn’t stop knowing.
I’m ripped apart as the birds carry me away like bread crumbs in Central Park.
They bicker and fight as they fly.
Snatching me away from each other's beaks and claws.
I wonder if they know that I’ve died.
I wonder if they care that they’re the only ones left.