We Sat There Thinking About the End of the World

We sat there thinking about the end of the world
Staring up at the stars
Pondering the end of all things
the end of all life
the end of all love
innocence? Already gone.
Happiness? Dead long ago.


We sat there thinking about the end of the world
Will it be apocalypse
Like the kind from the realm above?
Fire and holy death
Judgment and cleansing
Axiom? Just one.
Hope? Gone long ago.

We sat there thinking about the end of the world
Will all simply vanish
Through eons of monotony?
Existence goes on
It merely goes on
Aspire? Nowhere left to go
Beauty? Really means nothing

We sat there thinking about the end of the world
No way through is perfect.
Trapped in inevitable
death coming our way.
Forced into meaning
Choice? You really have not one.
Death? So inescapable.