Plummet

I sat in the interstellar bliss of darkness  
The oceans above me boil asunder  
Revealing land masses of beauty evoking tears from a weary eye  
The end is nigh  
Messages from the cosmonauts tell of good news naught  
Nothing but bleek black matter pulling sadness together  
Coalescing into a ball of rapture  
That burns a path through dry atmosphere  
Where the pilots fly with great fear  
They have no business here  
The clouds below me smell of sulfur  
Their glowing eyes see into the dismay  
That the animals attempt to disobey  
But woe are the merciful  
As they flee the attrition set forth by the dignified elite  
Insight to the turbulent end we have beheld  
Now the children will sit in chairs of bone  
Picking at the skin that has long since dried  
As the comets manifested by our ignorance plummets toward the beautiful ocean  
Impacting the ever growing disenchanted lifeforms  
Their eyes perceive what the mind wants to believe  
So they choose to continue be naive  
Once men stood on the backs of giants  
Now we are smothered under their foot  
With eyes wide shut and the mind turned off  
We ascend or descend toward no end  
Hope is lost so long as we continue to choose to be so blissfully distraught