Imminent Oblivion

I'm standing here, waiting. Staring into the abyss.

There is no sense of time and space. Raven mist, are you watching?. Mankind's cradle reeks of fornication and deluded consciences. Sins harbored cancatervate, brimming numb minds. Words fall on deaf receptors, tongue mute. Greed and ignorance are cluttering good will. Now hope is, but a mirage.

Morality is a blank face wombed from subjective circumstances. Existence at this point, seems rather pointless. My windows are pinned, yet I cannot erase the images I perceive. An eye for an eye, only made the world blind.

Alloyed wings tore through skies breasts. Nuclear warheads reigned, cities are left off deserted with metal and flesh. Food for soaring feathers. Bullets dehisced bodies, red splattered across faces and ligaments like stems. Tactical armored, crushed bones beneath. Bloody fields and bloody streets. Withered breaths with quivering hands stretched a sardonic grin.

I stood unresponsive, their jaws paused and eyes fixated. With no remorse, every soul was slayed before their yearning barrels. Coherent elevations and inaniloquent designs rendered salvation futile. The vision of peace just turned obsolete. Retribution seems blindfolded.

The war was pyknic. Now, the world is a cadaver of rotting corpses and the future lies, a darkened gospel. Man is a plague! Man is the cancer corroding mother Earth. Home is a psychotic prison imbuing the alibi of absolution. Silence stricken cement , oxygen depleting lungs. Slowly into the arms of oblivion, humanity slumbers , but I. . .

I stand here waiting , staring into the abyss.