i've got two faces im hiding behind four
plus one
Equals five more minutes to the end of the world.
i hate saying goodbye but this time it's
necessary
If we want to survive.
ive got two faces, three are left
five more minutes to the ended of the world
Its the end of the world, its the apocalypse, the four horsemen have reaped us all.
One- and the terrorist pulls out his gun
four minutes
Two- and he shoots the sky
just three more minutes
Three- and he puts the gun up to his head, cocked the gun and shot himself dead.
two more minutes two more minutes
Four- his body hits the floor. the lover screams, the ememy gleams
onemoreminuteonemoreminute
Five- they take his body to the morgue
outoftimedeadline,deadline,you'reoutoftime
Now his bodys' burning red, its the end of the world, its the apocalypse
the capitals up in flames
the cities are burning
the seas are turning
piles of people in old shopping malls, from where they fell to the ground,
from where they call out for help, call out from hell
screams echo through the streets
wolves howl from overgrown parking lots, thirsty for blood and hungry for flesh,
they'll run you down tilll you run out of gas get out of the car,
put your hands up in the air and shoot for the eyes, scream to the skies
'Cause it's the end of the world
mend your broken bones
dont let them break they'll melt away, marrow in the gutters
claim your skeleton and look them in the eyes don't let them get you down dont let them get your bone marrow
they wont get away fight them to the end dont let them get your grey matter kill them all and they'll never get their way
YOU ARE READING
Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-