The End is Nigh

A coma silently induced,
Why have we been reduced?
To a simple storm,
Behind raging eyes.

Just a thought,
Not a spoken word.
Too loud,
I cannot be heard.

I feel the day coming,
The one I so dread,
When the skies rain blood,
And our world dangles on a thread.

This lightning flashes across our darkened roofs,
Messengers ride swiftly on already tired hooves.
To tell us a fate,
One we already knew.

When the final bell tolls,
And there is no one left to blame,
Who will handle our forsaken souls?