Cataclysm at its finest is it? Catastrophe galore Crisis & calamity Beginning of humanitys' war Great nuclear holocaust, Mother natures devastation Festering with inhabitants of the era of degradation. Where we are the parasitic infestation numbly oblivious to backfiring ruination. Our world is a gas chamber with poison - being suffused & saturated. A toxic wasteland for our toxic souls heartless ghouls ought to be annihilated - obliteration sounds tempting... 'mass suicide of this vicious nation'. Black death couldn't quell us malicious beings No virus contagion in existence ever would - eradicate a species, this selfish & grim Should we blow the world up if we could? All the Atomic & Nuclear could be put to good use Escape the mess we made & ignite the fuse As the grotesque & gory go up in flames vanquish every origin of mans evil games Watch Earths inferno, much better than Hiroshima or Chernobyl Lamenting on the barren face of Mars, Of the spectacle 'it' could've been but never will.
Not a word to the summer breezes.. That ruffle through my clothes.. Hanging on my innocuous balcony... Not a word to the half read books.. Lying on my overcrowded bed.. Waiting for me to paint their stories... Not a word to the whisper of love.. Buzzing through my phone.. Asking for affection in return. Not a word to the winding alleys.. Of the unknown city.. That I now call home... Not a word to the stuff toys.. Sitting on my couch.. Begging for a snuggle... Not a word to the half eaten chocolate bar... Or the half drawn doodle... Or the half written note..
No one needs to know. I am leaving. I will let them know when I am long gone And the world finds out.
Tick tock Tick tock Throughout the years I've always thought Of faith to be A clicking clock With hands So persistent So determined To never miss a single beat Nor stop
Tick... Tock... Throughout the years This faithful clock Built up a longing in me My solid rock Through which, In times of trouble I would pull From my everlasting Love-filled stock
Tick... Tock... Brace yourselves, My friends And do not Let this coming news Be some sort Of terrible shock For the time is coming When this faithful clock's Hands must, Inevitably stop
Tick... Tick... For you see - The battery in me, So to speak, Is nearly diminished The continuation of its intermittent Clicking is Almost nearly finished The gears within This 'ol faithful clock, Are most definitely Fatally blemished
Tick... Tick... I am so So very sorry For this very moment Marks the end Of my journey's story I hate to say it, But not every person Goes out in a blaze of glory