This is the end…

Have you ever seen the end? Have you ever felt that its over, you are done and out? I have always. I have never felt so close to death today as I have ever felt and that is always. I am not talking about a situation here but a feeling, a vision and a sign. Death… death… death…

I see dead faces everyday, when I walk... People about lifeless, dark and scary. They don't know they are dead but they keep walking like they are alive and have a purpose to fulfill. They tell each other that nothing matters and they make life the way it is, they smile and are nice to you but within they play a game of numbers, of counting. They breathe the very air that we breathe and contaminate it with fart.

It chokes me to death... death... death... they are so sure about the significance of insignificance. About existence and their feelings and thoughts, relationships, way to life... life of pi... but they are dead. Dead to see the world has moved on... We are living in a dying world. The Mayans were right about the end. THIS IS THE END.

Nights of lights, bright lights... mornings of darkness, fog and mist... air with the whiff of a thousand perfumes to hide the rotting stench... make up to cover to fading skin, colour and conditioner for the matted hair... Creation id no more. Death is here. Can you see it??? Or are you also dead... given in... given up... ha ha ha... I knew you just yesterday.

I look up to see clouds and see nothing but debris of fallen crafts and angels, birds and insects float through the air... making the air look like a viscous contaminated glass of water... Damn it we breathe that. The trees are all but dying, refusing to break the axe that cuts them to 2... kill the man that bears the axe cuts them to 2... the grass is growing vile for it knows it will survive, the dead need it.

Again I look up in search of true lights not of the nights but of the mornings and evenings... none. Loneliness is not a situation of alone but of feeling alone in company. I am ALONE. ha ha ha...

I came here alone. Who wants to listen to life when all that's needed today is DEATH... the films look the same... a song and dance... titillate the senses and groins of men and women of death for there is no life within to understand the arts... Dead creators create for this mass... Destroyed the arts... painters cover their canvas with colour to hide the shallowness of their dream and try to pretend alive... ha ha ha

And I look down, an ant has climbed onto my arm. I am lying flat on my back. The sky looks beautiful, but not for long because I am dying. THIS IS THE END... but i will not join with the deadwalkers... I rather kill myself than walk the dead track. I am Free... But this is the end... just that one regret of not having done what seemed like a great idea. But there were good times to look back to... THIS IS THE END... no more dreams of death... I kill myself, death you lose, I WILL NOT BECOME A DEADWALKER.

THIS IS THE END... do i have a friend??? Someone who is not dead, can pull me out of this. my veins bleeding out. Or see you in the after... Do I have a friend?

silence... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...