New World Order

A sickly disease, seeping in your pores
Can you imagine a different world?
Can you imagine a safer world?

Here we stand, at the end of our run.
Gasping for breathe and grasping for a reason,
Why does life disappear so suddenly?

Another end to another story,
A hastily planned escape to nowhere,
The nothing that consumes.

What can we do now?
Sit back, relax, die.
It’s all the same fucking thing.