It Crossed My Mind

Helicopters hover as airplanes fly right through.
There’s no way to escape. No light to illuminate.
The path is lost and dark has fallen.
Far off sounds crumble silence as mountains tremble and trees go bare.
Animals start running and stars start falling.
Fires burn and water drowns.
Lakes disappear and days go bye.
Mushed together and pushed to the edge.
Sanity breaks and civilization, no more can create.

Tamed goes frantic, zoos go crazy.
Ash in the sky and a red on the moon.
Rescued blood pours freely and aid is at a loss.
Quiet mornings slain by terrors and unknown deaths on the horizon.
Explosions come from every corner; no two sides are the same.
Slipping, falling victim to it all.
Everyday brings it closer. Every moment trapped in time.
It slows and everything gets longer…

The screams seem louder, the dark blacker, the cold freezes at touch. No fire to warm a heart. No light to shine a way. The blackest is coming and soon it shall rise. The end is coming. Creeping up our way. There is nothing left. No legacy survived. Nothing to leave behind. It is coming. It is coming. There is no place to hide.