Ramblings: Apocalypse
Friday July 15th, 2011
Your skin, my skin so cold and damp
The gloominess of the dawn stretches ‘til dark
Until it falls, it falls to pitch black
Bemoaning screams, death’s final track
My hand in yours, the only warmth
Every second that pass, more death shall swarm
The smell, the smell of rotting flesh
Seeps into the pores of these forlorn walls
Your once bright eyes, now sullen deep
Many days have passed with little sleep
Remember the days before seconds of the end
We were going to walk the aisle, until it came
The only aisle we can walk now is into the dark
Where ‘they’ shall come
No one to save us, no Noah’s ark
Our clothes still clinging onto the tips of our skin
Every second that pass, moves us closer to death’s win
This is not how I imagined the end to be
Light blanketed by darkness,
Hope drowning slowly
Until it fades, it fades to pitch black
Bemoaning screams, death’s final track
And then the walls, the walls they crack
They come, they come, death’s last attack
My hand in yours, the only warmth
Your skin, my skin so cold and damp
The smell, the smell of rotting flesh
Goodbye my love
We now lay to rest
