The gaping maw of the great dog is open
Foam pours from the curling lips like the froth of a mad sea
The bottom jaw tills the earth while the top rends the heavens
Staring into the abyss, screams are drawn from the faces of the terrorized
Yet no one hears them
Instead of going outward to warn of the impending doom, they are drawn in
Like light on the edge of a black hole, unable to escape
Soon the jaws of fate will unhinge and spread so wide
Only darkness will be left
There is little to say to those who will be less than dust
To those who won’t even exist in memory
To those who will return to silence, to darkness, to pre existence
There is no right or wrong thing to say
Work hard, keep your debt in check, die and leave some inheritence
While feeling like you did the right thing
While freaks get their kicks before the whole thing goes up in flames
Collecting debt, bastard children, bad karma,or kill counts
While feeling like it doesnt matter

Quick forget it
Think of something else, a place you need to be, someone who is counting on you
Anything but the nothingness that will come to pass
Anything but the futility of finding purpose, reason, or something to hold on to
That isn’t so hollow a few words can knock it down and send you spiraling into despair
Lash yourself down on the bow and close your eyes in the storm