No Longer A Fiction: Poem

In the worlds between my skin and bones, something trembled

My vision cracked, as if reality had grown tired of my uncouth eyes

Fire blazed through the skies and mounts of ice, frozen a million years prior,

Melted, floods swallowed cities

Clouds became ash and drizzled waters wretched with venom, scalded flesh but more they tortured souls

Trees turned skeletons, graveyards of nightingales and doves

Chirps erased with smoke

Everything asked for help, every bit pleaded

Dying stalks of a dry, rotting bush

Asked not to be a corpse anymore

Starving mongrels with crushed limbs

Cried not to suffer lovelessly anymore

Every ask, every wail, every cry, every wound

I turned, you turned, we turned

Deafblindmute to

Kingdom of steel, glass and concrete reigns

A new hell is birthed

The old devil hides ashamed, the genius of our evil is too great

Torturers who work for masochistic glee

Sapiens, what wonders have made thee