dreams of appocolyptic seasons

buy more,
choke more,
laugh more,
die more,
breaking into a scene of dreaded rage,
weakness, over populates,
indulgent,
selfish fucks,
the ones who we "must trust",
i watch the city ablaze,
infested with jerks,
and political villains,
i watch the ash rise into the air,
only to disappear,
amen to this destruction,
with them gone,
i see clearly,
i now see my feet beneath me,
it brings me to life,
i raise my head slowly,
and take in the view,
the desolute streets,
in shambles,
pieces,
smell the sweet and crisp surrender,
never breathed an air fresher,
i turn around to walk away,
euphoric on my present state.
and then from the sky,
cracks the thunder,
and rain falls down
and makes me wonder,
should i have built an arc?
i laugh to myself
but its no joke,
the rain keeps pounding,
pounding down,
swallowing me whole,
crushed under the pressure,
to the top i rise,
just as broken as those i despised,
and then my eyes
f
l
u
t
t
e
r open,
alone in my room with,
tear stained cheeks,
and the pounding of my racing heart,
pounding,
pounding within me,
this is the love i have for my city.
cleanse this evil world,
i say.
before all the beauty fades,
fades
away.