Chasing the Apocalypse

Twisting yellow madness shrouding,
Pale lit sky so far ahead.
But I can taste it, I can taste it,
Buried with my mother’s bed.

Paradise lost when heaven’s found,
And heaven’s nothing I haven’t seen.
Like a friend passed in the shallow darkness,
Known once in a sallow dream.

There is no end, there’s no beginning,
Chasing the apocalypse.

Reality colored only in dreams,
From a palette of faded white and gold.
I’m nothing I haven’t been already,
Nothing when I’m not lost and cold.

Burning light in a blackened sky,
Stepping quietly out the door.
I saw death but it was only nothing,
Nothing I haven’t known before.

There is no end, there’s no beginning,
Chasing the apocalypse.

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