The End of the World

.The End of the World.

So mendacious; they never did spill truths, yet lies flowed so quick, so easy, and the vultures were always the last ones standing. A mediocre cry for help, but that will never gain attention. Laden with guilt, they struggle and lag behind, yet no one will stop for the weak ones. Overwrought to exhaustion, those overwhelmed will suffocate, screaming and bleeding their last gasping breath into a pillow, crying and bleeding their hearts, their minds, out into a black night. And this horrid death will pacify them all, and harsh white light will shine the next day, spilling down upon a cold empty world of nothing.