A Dying Society
Two a.m. and I'm wide awake.
The storms they come, the ground it quakes,
But it does not disturb the night.
This morning only my body will feel the fright.
The walls caving in, the roofs falling down
Yet only my body will feel the town.
My breathing is cutting short as I walk around
to see the corpses lying sound
the vibrations from my heart are all I see
as these things around me cease to be.
It's a dying society
now nature demands authority
the people they lie with eyes so blind
but only my body seems to mind.
Maybe they are too misguided to hear
the mountains crumbling down behind their ears
The bodies lie so still
while our world dissolves, it strikes me ill
I feel the rubble shout to me
as it topples over, trying to flee
we live under a sky no one wants to fly in
because we waste our world by the bin
Only my Body cries as the world does
This ruin covers our loves
all the cares, the hopes, and dreams
this dead society tries to scream
but she lives in a world of no sound
and her body will never be found.
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