My Own Personal Apocalypse,
Was shown to Me, by Me; in a long remembered dream.
The scales of time stood there in front of Me;
I could have lived a century,
In this little life of mine.
But I never had the time,
To see what was in front of my eyes.
A hundred to ninety,
In the blink of an eye.
90 to 80,
80 to 70,
70 to 60,
60 to 50,
Oh God stop the time!
I’m not having the time of my life!
50 years? That’s no time at all. I need more years.
I won’t have enough time to find love, happiness and a career.
I need more time to stop My Own Personal Apocalypse.
My world can’t end yet, I still have to write this.
Warning World!
The time is bringing!
The end of Me, is My Own Personal Apocalypse.
2030 will be the death of me.
I don’t know which day after my birthday,
But it will probably happen at eight thirty.
