the apocalypse


congratulations folks we made it
year two thousand four hundred and twenty nine

my heart the state of apocalypse
wish I might
that it was a form of nightmare
constructed by my twisted mind

the order here is chaos
a world of selfish design
here I'm king queen son and pauper

my majesty
the tongue which with I drown

Im a mocker I am a mocker
pointing a middle finger at the crown

here I lay devastated
in ashes
for the world is my unsmiling oyster

pausing at the bay

my mouth opens


now here this subjects

welcome to the kingdom
of frown