My head becomes an aquarium of thought
As I sit upon the summit of earth
Life, no longer a meadow of casual mirth
But a gulf of shadows in a town distraught
Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
Black Death spewing at will…untamed
Ceilings of blue, above poisoned waters swirling
Sounds of laughter lie as ink stains
Among the diaries of tomorrow's remains
Titled Blueprints of Apocalyptic Twirling
Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
Black Death spewing at will…untamed
Orange booms to remind us of someone's mistake
Poor planning opens death's door, into life's vein
Strangers scooping frailness; footprints amid our pain
Creatures wrapped in coats made of crude oil cake
Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
Black Death spewing at will…untamed
Pastel painted cottages grace tainted white sand
Beaches of desolation amidst echoes of laughter
Tears from a fisherman; ghostwriters, pen the hereafter
Fishnets of decay; where lies the next plan?
Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
Black Death spewing at will…untamed
Thru the hourglass of time
Sifts the sheen of our tomorrows…
