Apocalyptic

Clouds of ice and blazing skies,
And petrified onlooking eyes,
Cold sunsets paint the final night,
Across the lands that glowed with light.

The page of life is torn and torched,
Upon the binding, ashen scorched,
The endless space beyond our sight,
Appears as death but feels too right.

The scythe around our tear choked necks,
Fits like a glove, a raptured hex,
The Vegas lights burn bright with light,
They'll burn forever, 'till tonight.

We know the noose is taut too tight,
There's only closure for this fight,
This act, it is the final chapter,
Epilogue to end this rapture.

Tortured tales of the end,
All telling of what we can't mend,
Though time is blurred, the world stands still,
We're standing, ready, for the kill.

Our minds, too shocked, this state, deductive,
Simple, dark, serene, seductive,
Seeing glass and knowing death,
Is coming for our final breath.