The End of Days

Some say I speak too loud- shoutIng above the 2,000 decibel crowds - I pushed back to remain credible Simple hyperactive- overwhelming under chemicals-a disconcerting individuAl Synapsis cracked like psychics under half light criticals Residual effects left my mental indiscernible from the stars that paint the midnight sky I can hear the cries from counter part oppressed populations - worlds away but still worthy to be fed to ease their sighs Faintly optimistic senses, block my eyes from seeing the darker skies - yet still I fall down the mountain side- Fading faster this earth spins towards disaster - ice caps melted- oceans rising - major coastal cities resized beneath the ocean tides - the faithful prophets pray in apocalyptic waves- while in private militias - stopping to steal from innocent victims Don’t ever take a mans word that begs for help then Steps to less lit corridors To check for unlocked doors to gain ascension This tactic gives opportunistic villains access to vantage point solutions- cultural appropriation fed by dissolution Paranoid sleep deprived pushers ride the yellow lines- swerve behind the wheel -make urban wars with cold steel- this feels The point of no return is real- last meals taken from drive throughs. Too poor for proper sustenance - if we don’t lose our life to violent ends- cancer took half my friends- the other half - too easy to distract- they fell off the planet by an equal and opposite reaction to the fact - they placed themselves in painted rooms- where despite the rain no flowers bloomed- locked inside the corners of the concrete jungles like withered roses on some distant garden shelf- disconnected from their roots they died from the lies that keep us all from knowledge of self