Then the world erupts, Yes it's been strained from every angle, But this time the sky cracked,
And we saw, The empty zenith, And some reached. A wandering tomorrow in the foul clouds,
Some sat, some cried, We forgot we had hearts, We forgot about moving thunder,
And how they connected, A cacophony in callousness, A dreading without death,
We were the first not to die, A purgatory here on earth, But in the shattered sky and the fading foundations we learnt not to lie,
All we know is ourselves and everything else knows our eyes, And then we wondered 'why now?' But it's not a dying, it's a series of sighs,
And it's a look back not a doubting 'how?', And it won't happen today and it won't happen the day after next, And it won't be a piteous end to a slideshow,
It won't be an event or a sharp apex, It'll just be a forlorn tomorrow.