Dying Slowly

You wouldn’t want to know, What happened that night. The fires had come and gone, Burning all the forests down. Landslides in the hills and mountains, A tsunami that had come from the ocean. You wouldn’t want to know, As the ash from the volcano had choked you up, Blinding your eyes and dropping you to the ground. Writhing in pain from the toxic rain. Dying, Slowly dying. The stars burned out. Galaxies burst, As if Logics were yet a myth.