| *Fault-lines* Some say the end is approaching... Some say it's already here. Death's slow bells encroaching On the human sea of fears. I'm praying for the end to hit home, To rip the skies & the ground apart. This world might as well be a tomb, If we are to hate life from the start. I want to see it come crashing... Crashing down to the ground. Seeing this world end in a violent flashing, Hearing the horror & tragedy of that sound. In between man & his palace Lay an immense tunnel of his own hate. Worming its way into his idle malice... Allowing evil to enter his gate. He hid in the shadows beside his bed, Hoping this death will elude him. He found the fear collapsing his head, Tears fell from his cheek as the candles dim. A sudden rush of cold, solitude Rushed through his frozen veins. Pissing his pants & the floor where he stood, As he cried to the merciless with trivial pains. |