The triverse of travesty. 17-Nov-2014

Self destruct. Implode.
With no WiFi
No food even when you implore.

Heat is rare.
Winds naked and free.
Dust in your eyes. Cannot see.

The final wall.
Bare bricked and fragile.
Shall stand testament to mankind's fall.

Deem me not.
To be a pessimist.
I am the moving glacier forewarning.

Time shall fly.
Kids shall flock on.
The space for each limited.

With no means left.
And no way absolutely right.
Survival is a question of class.

Of true strife unknown.
Science led the way to comfort.
Leading to a gratuitous pitfall.

The bowl is gone.
How will you eat?
You never could replicate what you really need.

Sleep my friend as thoughts are unreal.
Till we have these grace years to ponder
While others graciously take me along.
To the great destruction we are building towards.