When the Time Comes

Pulsating masturbating monkeys,

running in the minds of junkies. 

Thoughts are raped jungles,

chopped  up trees into bundles.
Burn the forest black,
don't let those monkeys back.

Vibrating stagnating cellphones,
which rattle the dead air in my bones.
Which shakes the hold of the friends in my mind.
Text messages with messages hard to find.
Absorb what is said by the not so frank.
Alcohol tastes so bad,
but it must be drank.

Distorted aborted ideas of pleasure.
The childhood days we played we treasure.
But those are meager memories.
It's pink writing in a suicide diary.
Our days aren't pure anymore.
There are other things than cartoons  that I now adore.

Blasting passing cannonballs of hate,
assessing the damage can wait,
because love is imminent.
I see the dissatisfaction, but that love is dominant.

Shoving loving into a plastic bag.
Ground up and placed in a zig zag.
Rolled up and hit.
This is some real dope shit.

Stalling bawling babies,
infected with rabies.
Our future is crazy.
Any look into it is hazy.

But turning burning stars,
Travel from their home very far,
hitting the atmosphere and flame.
Flashing fiery balls are not tame.
They destroy the landscape.
We are doomed without escape.

Dying crying people of the earth,
never expected the apocalyptic birth.
Doomsday has come and commenced.
Pack the graves, and pack them dense.
For, the world is done.
And there is no where to run.

Bending ending people of the human race.
The legacy left behind is a disgrace.
But it matters not,
for everything will be forgot.
Everything is doomed.

Everything

Everything

Dead.