Dead End

Underneath the time frame,

I go on and on.

Following the lights in my way,

Going down to earth cutting all hays.

Under their pressure, I breathe,

Swallowing the vervain in all fiber of my skin.

Pictures of healthy thoughts have turned to the maze,

Thinking from the mind has now become a craze.

Ups and downs are no longer the trends,

Ahead gets the cunning and honest bends.

Roots are becoming weak, their loss is a fear,

The ground of the earth is shaking, its end is near.

Request to the Almighty seems to be lost,

Null responses reflect the absence of the host.

Every second is trimming fast, my feet are numb,

The glass seems to be breaking before I reach the rum.

Unknown are my whereabouts and empty are my sides,

No affection, no harmony, and no advice.

But I will not lay low for I am not alone,

The end is the conclusion, all will be dead and gone.

Be awake, something is coming,

Very big and very fast.

Hear the rocks breaking and falling,

The divine creation has come to its last.