Doomsday Scenarios Are For Nerds

I've been looking in places I shouldn't

Searching for meaning in

Silence

Deafening

Echoes

No one to talk to

Here we go again

Backwards and forwards in time

When will

I be

Breathing?

In my own head

I'm grieving

At the foot of a grave with my name on it

I'm dead

Buried and dead

Coldly

Rotting away

My thoughts are only in leaving

I'm grieving

I'm dying

I'm leaving