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