4 A.M Thoughts Come To Life

Nothing will remain

and that is what is truly terrifying.

We will die, and not even ghosts of our life will linger.

Homes will be swallowed whole

as children are crushed beneath the weight of molten earth

mothers drown to save their young

while fathers fight fires that have already won

tongues of Titans that seem to twirl at your despair

the same tongues I have begged to make love to me in my sleep

I have always wondered what it would feel like

to drown and burn alive at the same time

yet never in my life I would imagine such

four a.m tragedies would escape the backsides of my eyes

singing

feed me, feed me,

and another home sinks to smoke

feed me, feed me,

and another family is encased in stone

feed me, feed me

another death, no memory to atone

feed me, feed me,

in the end, we all died alone.