I think to myself,
Is this the rapture that was foretold?
I stand on the edge of the mountain top,
Where the stars seem to be level with us,
Hand in hand,
Sirens wailing as if we only now need a warning.
I cut my hair last night like I\'ve always wanted
Its a shame no one but you got to see it
And as I watch the snow fall,
An unnatural light on the horizon,
I grip you tighter
I knew it was coming but even realization,
Cannot cure the fear,
That death ringing the doorbell brings.
I see comets, and as they fall towards the ground they bloom,
Oranges and yellows blossoming through the sky.
And I think,
They are beautiful.
What a way to go out, I say to you.
Watching petals of fire dance
And as we begin to feel the heat,
I turn,
Watching the stars and flames,
As they reflect and glow in your eyes,
The end is near.
From down below I hear the choir singing,
May the angels bring you peace
no one expects that in the end,
The angels set the world on fire,
But as I look at your eyes,
And see my own fear reflected back,
I think that,
How poetic it is,
To not go out with a bang,
But with a whimper.