Apocalyptic (Is That A Word?)

The stars have fallen,
The moon's on fire,
All the flowers have wilted.

The sun's stopped shining,
The sky turned orange.
All the planets have tilted.

People are dying,
Not from disease,
From the darkness and the loss of air and energy.

There's no zombies here, no,
Just lots of death,
Our corpses are turning blue in the flesh.

There's no aliens,
But there's also no sound,
Everything's been muted,
Did you hear that man's body hit the ground?

The world has been turned upside down,
The mountains are blue
And the waters are brown.

The grass is red-
But that's not because of the dark, though we're pale-
It's from all the blood that came pouring out of our entrails.

This is not the apocalypse, no,
This is something worse.
I'd rather be dead than see all these cannibals,
Is this really Earth?

Everything's bleak and everything reeks,
I am living a nightmare,
It working, I'm quite scared.
If this is our demise,
Good Lord, please just let me die.