The beauty once painted green
Has lost its vibrant lush wealth
Sprouting yellow, black and grey.
Vultures now soar through the atmosphere
Roar with in bitter anguish as they pierce
Disjointing and tearing the sky.
Nature obey and embrace the evolution of
It Twists and tangles and masks heaven on
Flowers only red, bloodshot in colour
The sea cries with pain and pollution
The pressing of time colliding with past and present.
His look, way and existence no longer a comfort
For this is the end of my world
This sense of ending, of farewell
I have known too well.
Sounds fall silent to my blocked ears
Faces are dead for I have been,
As the outer edges of my sphere collapse into me.
Stars fall, charge and crash into homes
Homes of happiness, faith and hope
Killing and murdering strangers.
I will lure lambs to be slaughtered
Take innocence from the weak
Hurt those who cannot hurt me.
Try to heal myself through others
But that beauty that was green is now dead
And that love I had for life gone.
I will myself become a vulture
Pick at the decay, lost, and end
I will fly above the sea and pour out my heart
Spoil and dilute it murky black.
Time will stop
As this is it