Last Leg

The four walls looking mighty beautiful,

With the world coming to an end,

Don’t enter the den if you can’t fend off the lion.

 

The clock keeps ticking but you ain’t ready.

It doesn’t care.

Thats its job, to not care

Keeps doing what its doing

Keep doing what you’re doing

Thats your job.

 

Intersection turned center of collision

Colossal conflict meets devastating ends

Eaten alive from the inside out

Prison guards settling

Turn the world inside out

Guts wrenching in the sunlight

Rainy days leave them inverted

Darkness prevails

Gold everywhere

But lone child isolated

The nature of the beast is vicious.

 

Walls closing in, will they snap on contact?

Open up to new realms

Or, crush the dream of the one legged?