surreal plague

 
surreal is the day that confronts me
I push at reality and it pushes back
when in the land of weary the dead speak
taken from the world too soon
a plague is upon the Earth
 
the horses of the apocalypse ride
a grim sun arises as the death toll peaks
may the bell not toll for us
 
insidious and silent
it incubates inside the unsuspecting then passed on
a careless touch and spread like fire one to another
I fear to be the incubus of such
to kill my brother...I couldn't bear the guilt
 
a wedge is driven
keep your distance!!!