This World Has No Heartbeat

In this nightmare there are no survivors;

every heart beats in vain.

No last words, no bullet proof ideas,

all of our hopes have been betrayed.

Now the world has lost its heart beat;

blank stares pass to the last cell

running towards the point of no return

without a pulse to bring her back.

Screaming to convince the

night that she is not alone,

but in this wind no words will carry.

An audience crowds her from afar

and beneath its dark breath

she is buried.

Gripping each moment

as it passes to the next,

visions of a final

sunset briefly light her closing eyes;

consuming the final flame

to briefly wash one last memory.

When I awoke this morning,

the world was a withering rose,

dried by the pretense of an

ignorance undying.

In the brilliance before the sunrise,

I saw a vision of the world

without a heartbeat,

and my gaze would not be taken.

We must mend our ways, lest

we become the shadows of a past forgotten.

I am no survivor; I am one of them.