The world spinning like a hurricane
It’s quiet in the centre
I can feel its destruction all around
I’d like to get to the other side
…to get to you
I know the world will tear me apart
Before I even get to
Touch your skin
Before I get to tell you…
The storm whisks my unsure words away
It is a cacophony
Of deafening silence
Where anything meaningful
Will be lost forever
Do not speak
Else you lose the thing
You wished
To grasp
Today is not the day
Not the week
Not the time
When this is all over
Headless bodies will run accross
The ruins of the old world
Knowing the farther they get
The more havoc they wreak
And they would do it all for a shred of light
A piece of hope
A touch of skin
Before we are all plunged
Into the darkness
Again