Dark Skies

The sky drips with blood and the earth is stained with the heaviness of the dead and dying. The air is thick with the smell of bodies slaughtered and mutilated,
The sun is fading and the moon is no more.Black, black, only darkness remains. Days are numbered so take care to find cover lest you forget to fear, or has your fear forgotten you? And your life?

Solemn times are here,
Sad and sorry,
Weak and weary,
The sickening realit is the only certainty- the certainly of death.

The air grows thick and thicker. Awful cries are heard off in the distance. However the distance gets ever closer and closer. The cries are louder and louder until uttered by every soul still clinging to existence. We choke on simply nothing, nothing but the disgustingly sickening air itself.

A slow and eventual death awaits. But better to die than try to exist in this sickness.
As we lay our heads upon our beds we slip into nothingness. Our bodies turn to dust and are scattered, scattered at last. At last there is nothing. Everlasting nothing, nothing everlasting,