As a building falls.
First it rumbles.
A piece of the foundation
crumbles and cracks.
The structure gasps
As if it were bitten.
Unexpected.
It gets one last gasp
Before collapse.
When your world falls.
It first loses its' meaning,
The fruit of life is
Exasperated from existence.
You let too much in.
It couldn't take.
It.
Too strong.
You.
Too weak.
Too impure.
You long for the end
With no avail.
So now your world seeks
Collapse.
When mankind falls.
It starts to crumble.
As we lose sight of what's real.
It fractures as we misplace
Truth and myth.
It loses stability
As we lose sanity.
But it holds firmly in place.
Awaiting its end.
Revelations.
But I must admit.
They're right,
The end is near.
Not today though.
Maybe tomorrow.
But do they expect it would it be
So neat?
An expiration date.
Too simple.
Like a demolition.
First a rumble.
Then a crack.
Gasp.
Collapse.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
As a building falls.
First it rumbles.
A piece of the foundation
crumbles and cracks.
The structure gasps
As if it were bitten.
Unexpected.
It gets one last gasp
Before collapse.
When your world falls.
It first loses its' meaning,
The fruit of life is
Exasperated from existence.
You let too much in.
It couldn't take.
It.
Too strong.
You.
Too weak.
Too impure.
You long for the end
With no avail.
So now your world seeks
Collapse.
When mankind falls.
It starts to crumble.
As we lose sight of what's real.
It fractures as we misplace
Truth and myth.
It loses stability
As we lose sanity.
But it holds firmly in place.
Awaiting its end.
Revelations.
But I must admit.
They're right,
The end is near.
Not today though.
Maybe tomorrow.
But do they expect it would it be
So neat?
An expiration date.
Too simple.
Like a demolition.
First a rumble.
Then a crack.
Gasp.
Collapse.
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