The apocalypse

I see it coming

I feel its approach

My hair stands on end

and my gut shivers

the stress cuts in

I work my bones to the marrow

I’m a prisoner of my mind

I work a 5 to 9 job as

I sweat my rust

Thoughts dancing on the night sky

leaving visions in my eye

This is it, the apocalypse

oceans rise,

the ground quakes

shy’s bleed

minds grow.

We need to go.

Drum roll

a chorus line

leaving souls on the line

This is it, the apocalypse

and we all die

but this is but a dream

a waking mind

an eye-opening from a dreaming time.

a dream with in a dream