Lord knows I’ve seen the end.
Judgement day came in the form of silenced mouths carrying the scratching of cardboard signs.
Beg for mercy I had to.
But did the sun return?
This is a national emergency for my head and it has officially been declared as the saddest moment in history, never to be seen in the books.
The storm can take me, I’m feeling like flying; in need of a grand finale. A traveller of worlds but only looking for you.