No Other Choices

The sky is so low tonight

Some people say that the end is near

But we're all just cockroaches

Without sense, without fear

They say that we should be prepared

They say that we mustn't rejoice

But we're all just moths

Without anything resembling a voice

Our wonders are taken away

Our hatreds and friendships forgotten

I'm left to wander alone

They leave me with no other choices

Our mistakes are taken away

Our hopes and delusions forgotten

I'm left to ponder alone

They do not understand our importance

In this strange turn of events

They wait for the moment to fall

But we all come out of the void

With nothing left for us at all

Our wonders are taken away

Our hatreds and friendships forgotten

I'm left to wander alone

They leave me with no other choices