The end is nigh

Could this be the day,
all things come to an end.
The day were the line blurs,
between enemy and friend.

Watching the sun go down,
in the last ever sunset.
All morales gone,
so you no longer can regret.

The people going mad,
ravaging the streets.
Beating killing stealing,
from everyone they meet.

So many die,
before the end has even come.
No one acting human,
animals they've become.

So many gone,
not many left around.
Then suddenly a gasp,
as light hits the ground.

The rumors were false,
the end was not here.
Although the civilizations destroyed,
so now its pretty near.