Our World Is Next Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Here the sounds.
See the sights.
Follow the lights.
Broken is the crown.
I'm chasing ghosts.
Searching for that which I loved the most.
An empty heartless desire.
Ready to watch the world burn.
Screaming hey it's my turn.
Setting the fires.
Even if only in my head.
Watching from a distance like it's an outer body experience.
Just floating through the scenes.
Writing down everything you see.
Trying to make sense of feeling so unclean.
Calling upon the demons and saints.
Watching the man on the pale white horse ride on by.
He says your world is next.
Your world is next.
What do you do.
The world will keep spining no matter what I say with or without delay.
I can only pray that thing will change.
Before or after it's too late.
It's always a matter of debate.
Following political poison.
No human can see past there life time.
Limited in scope to an expectancy.
They keep speaking in the language of greed.
And its always temporary at best.
Breaking the cycle, making the hard choices against all the rest.
Because our world is next.