the whimper

it is the arrogance of sleep in a vast and empty tundra

it is her slow weary thoughts as she falls into the snow

it is Hypnos' loving embrace as He brings her to His brother

it is the fading of the moon behind toxic clouds of war

it is the ringing in our ears from the shells and splitting mortars

it is the river's calming tide as we're ferried to the next

it is the eldritch nights of madness that we fail to comprehend

it is the tragic kiss of lovers embracing after death

it is the unwilling acceptance of this sad and lonely end

this is the way the world ends

This is the story of why I am stone:

I met and bedded a snake-headed roach

She, but a beast, could still have me moan

She poisoned me with darkness I do not reproach

Fossilized me in these hardest of times

With Vesuvius' might, brought me down to my knees

There was ash on her tongue, but tasting of limes

There was sick in her lungs, but she didn't wheeze

My heart in her hands then onto the scales

"Light as a feather," she scoffed and she blethered

She let out a moan. Oh, she let out a wail

And we came together; we bleated like wethers.

Next thing I knew, I was dropped in the ocean

And Medusa was sick of my eyes being sewn

She cut off my eyelids in one sweeping motion

And before I could fathom, I was turned into stone

They say this is the way the world ends

Yes, this is the way the world ends

Not with a verb, nor with a noun

I do not whimper

I do not drown

I just keep on sinking

Down

Down

Down

Down

train wreck

Distorted like you're underwater

Playing poker

Betting like a broker

Think you have the whole deck

Slow down, train wreck

Dreaming of the sweet sands

Can't stop watching

Your mouth is frothing

Hand around your own neck

Calm down, train wreck

Crossing out full stanzas

But afraid to speak in pen

Destroy a brand new canvas

Just to feel something again

Cashing all those mouth-checks

Talk slow, train wreck