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

Orange Dreams

I saw the future by mistake

In a dream

All the nightmares

Had come true

An orange wind blow

Through the land

Killing everyone in its way

The enemy efficient and cruel

Burned down and destroyed

Every life at hand

No more trees, no more peace

Only hatred and violence

Prevailed

The strategy was the scorched earth

Destroying everything in their way

Relentless I would say

Though they could not win anyway

Because the spirit of life

Had gone

They had to die

No matter all the money and power they had

They just died in a slower way

No one could get away

However much you would pay

4 time

Death Clock

The clock of death keeps on ticking

While all your problems keep on sticking

In the very end it is not so much left

Some memories, some things

And a feeling of being on the

Wrong side of history

This is forever my story

Being a loser at any time

Now it does not matter anymore

I will just look for the door