Waiting. . .
Written By: Pique
Waiting for this life to show meaning.
Whips similar to lightening strikes
on these knees for my punishment
simply waiting out life and the likes
until welts bring me some judgment.
Land's of blue and green decease
as humanity begins it's final chapter
I stand tall beyond this falling breed
fighting for a world worth chasing after.
The corn fields are no longer gold
rain made gashing holes in the soil
children must work out in the cold
and mothers burn until water boils.
My hourglass is running low on sand
fields of dreams are finally dead
I scan over this planet with a plan
to listen among my children's dread.
Splinters in my fingers and sweat dries
flakes fall from my skin and my hair burns
the sunlight forms a torch onto my eyes
and the sky causes my stomach to turn.
Waiting for this life to show meaning.
I've made the decision to cut off misery
by drowning the world; guess I listened
so by restarting mythological history
I've murdered Earth, flooding the system.
The weather seems to change rapidly
storms have been causing mild fires
as my family and I pray against apathy
we see the end wash by like our desires.
Done waiting for God to acknowledge our wishes.
God = Italic
Slave = Normal