Roses are dead
Violets are too
It’s the apocalypse and we are the chosen few
Who get to live long enough
To sing a lullaby to everything around us
As for the last time they close their eyes
And everything finally dies
Will time itself stop?
For what is time without anyone remaining to watch the clock?
No pairs of eyes left
to see if it flies
Or if instead the hours crawl
That same painless emptiness you get when you try to recall
anything from before you were born
Is what awaits us when humanity falls
On this day when of our passing nobody remains to mourn
It might as well be as if nothing ever happened here at all
Don’t think about this for very long
It will make you feel quite small
For this requiem for our world is the saddest of songs
The illusion has been shattered
Nothing we’ve ever done has ever mattered
Except for in the moment
For the present is all we can ever be sure exists
Everything else is the fog of memory, or a possibility that we imagine lies beyond the future’s mists
So make every instant count
Before YOU’RE down for the count
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