Literature
Desolation
Disillusionment and despair—
chaos reigns everywhere,
The disintegration of the
modern world.
Fires flicker in ghostly delight.
Landscapes are erased, bodies
burning, human cruelties
revealed without disguise.
It flutters like a starving bat,
muttering its cracked
prophecy into the stillness—
a dirge drifting through
time unchanged.
We wither and perish
into minute shards
every passing day.
Only to replicate ourselves
in the same collapsing realm,
within our doomed ways.
This is where centuries
of claimed civilization
have led us.
This is the extent
of our knowledge
in action.
This is not us
It cannot be
We are not what
we're supposed to be
Soon grotesque
poisoned bodies
will be twisting in
the streets.
Maybe your street
by your home.
In the end...
Who are we truly killing—
except ourselves,
again, and again.
