Apocalyptico

Sorry for re-using old poems, but they are part of a series and are best read in this order... Please forgive, and just read them and tell me what you think. Please and Thanks.
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ANTI-CATALYST
Johnny's mom says the worlds not his to change
Johnny's mom says he needs to deal with his rage
Johnny's mom says sports are for him
Johnny's mom won't deal with him

She screams for help and he sighs
Back to the desk and leather chair
Bottle it up, and they all slowly die.
He wishes he could look her in the eyes

Johnny doesn't remember his mother face
Johnny doesn't remember running no race
Johnny remembers the office bench
Johnny was different, but so much the same.

She sees him and what the woman has done
She feels for what he has become
Suffocating in his own despair
he's fallen and he'll never get up.

Johnny died yesterday
He left a note no-one could read
Smeared with blood and salty tears
Johnny died for nothing.

She screams for help to no avail
One person can't carry the weight of the world
One last breath and she resigns
She falls into oblivion, the day the world dies.




WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
The sky fills of a black smoke
So thick you cannot breath
The day of reckoning is upon us
Or was life all a dream?

Before we go
Are you happy with what you've done?
Before we go
Do you go in silence or in bloody rage?
This is the end...

And what the fuck have you done?

The world as you know it
Lying on the concrete floor
How far do the clouds of death reach?
What is left, for you to hope for?


Before we go
Are you happy with what you've done?
Before we go
Do you go in silence or in bloody rage?
This is the end...

And what the fuck have you done?

The lightning strikes on queue
A Hollywood apocalypse
You fear for your belongings
As your body is laid to rest

Before we go
Are you happy with what you've done?
Before we go
Do you go in silence or in bloody rage?
This is the end...

You no longer feel a thing
And you struggle just to breath
Knowing that everything you own
Is not priceless- But Worthless

This is the end




Why?
Laid to rest in the aftermath
One casualty, none wounded
He lost the battle within his mind
His personal apocalypse.

Who can be blamed
For the death of someone who knows no-one
Does he feel shame
For his lack of integrity and going insane
Should we be afraid-
Do we even know for sure he's dead?

I looked to the sky for him
And came out with only questions
Questioning everything
To my very existence

Who can be blamed
For the death of someone who knows no-one
Does he feel shame
For his lack of integrity and going insane
Should we be afraid-
Do we even know for sure he's dead?

Have we ever been alive?
Do we ever really die?
Can someone please answer me why?
WHY?
WHY?
Do we live only to die?
Don't you ever wonder why?

Will I ever get a chance to see-
This man I've never seen before?
Can I have one chance to ask him-
About a personal apocalypse

WHY?