Apocalyptic

A haunting melody plagues my dreams.

When I close my eyes at night I see what will ultimately erase the entire human race.

I open them to avoid its impending nature and enjoy the distractions of a hum drum life.

It's uncanny seeing such beautiful creatures dancing through life,while under the surface there lurks great fear.

I know what I must do.

Until then I can't help but wonder what my life would be like should it play out the way God intended.

God, Buddha, Allah.

They're no match for the crusader.

The one who will cause so much pain, but also take all the hurt away.

So I wait.

Wait for the Apocalypse.

Seeking shelter in my ignorance.

Pretending I matter.