Tuesday, April 22, 2014

The End

picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Tumbleweed-78268537

It’s the pressure in the air as a thousand black-winged angels descend upon the earth,
the ground underfoot that moves as if walking over a mass of slithering serpents,
it’s the thunder booming ever louder in your heart that leaves you trembling,
as the fierceness of the wind howling in your ears swallows all your words.

And you fear innate reactions as you fear to stay inert
yet the tingling in your skin forces moves abrupt and curt,
as your thoughts keep rolling over as a tumbleweed in flight
there is no way you can flee from the end that is in sight.