THE END OF EVERYTHING

or the everything of the end

I see
bodies in the air
bodies everywhere
a million casualties
a million lies
a million fireflies
(that have died)

I feel
freedom (to only feel pain)
freedom (to only cry in the rain)
freedom to only feel shame,
is it worth anything?
Is it worth the heart it's printed on?

I listen a while
to hear my song
But all I hear
is the steady
dong-dong-dong
The gong of time,
Time is calling
Think it's my cue,
I dust off my
dusty old ticket
Cricket... silence greets me in the mess hall
Crickets everywhere, they don't make a sound
Only my heart, it pounds
Someday somehow
I've hit the ground
(with a sickening sound)

The clock chimes
Someone's come to collect
Well lads, I say
To the empty room
To the empty mess hall
To nobody at all
I guess, this is my cue
(Suddenly I realise they weren't bodies after all)