The End is Coming and I Can't Wait

The end is near; we’re getting swallowed by the sea,
and you still say
I don’t know what’s good for me.

Many already gone,
just a few to go,
ripped and mangled
then cast afloat.

They say home is where your heart beats,
but where does your head rest?

Got thrown into the world
ill-equipped
and expected to work out for the best.

Together we sink
deeper and deeper like a stone,
only to end up all alone.

Down we go
to the bottom of the ocean,
drowned out by the anchor we clung to for salvation.

Even then
you know it’s not over,
now run
or risk getting burned up by the sun.

Yeah, I’m already dead. How couldn’t you have known?
A walking travesty
without a soul to call my own,
but don’t dare say I didn’t appreciate life.

It’s just always had a way of breaking my stride.

Though there may not be anything beyond the grave,
I still can’t wait to be taken out by that first wave.