The sky screams

a promise of destruction,

and despite its warning

I keep walkin'.

I feel no threat

by our doom,

or the fact

my life is through.

I'll make sure to

stomp on fear's feet

so now he can't sneak up on me.

The wind sings a song

that's most unpleasant.

We slaughter the future

to preserve the present.

All of this just

goes unnoticed

by the watchful eyes

and the ink that wrote us.

I try to keep 

my head above the water

but as the current gets faster

breathing gets harder.