The World

Reaching out to the world

The world is busy

With itself

No time to listen

Just waiting for some

Form of release

That will never come

End Of the World

This is the end

My friend

The earth is going down

While you drink

Your coffee in town

It splits and nothing

Remains

Only the memories

In your brain

Bleach

Bleak light through thick clouds

Makes the world grey

The future looks bleak

I try to turn

Around without being

Able to do it

Feeling weak

Incapable of changing my life

Just not this time

This life

Local Cosmos

Traveling in my mind

Inside the enclosed room

That is my

Limited mind

I do not know

Very much

Just some empty fragment

On how not to live

This is me

And I have to stand

Who I am

Searching, always

Searching for

Different worlds

Sometimes I find them

Late at night

Evening pleasures

And just like a dream

Soon forgotten in the morning light

As Well

Life is cold

And Earth is dark

As dark as earth

Should be

The stinking man

In front of me

Screams in his phone

Soon we will all

Be dead

Just like our forefathers

Might be just as well