The TV blinks with black and white scenes from the Holocaust...

There is a faint hint of vomit and smoke on this cold, faded chair...

This place is such a mess; always disdain and untruths hanging in the air...

The cat ate the baby bird, after falling from its nest...

It had a broken wing and I told her it would die;

it would die like all the rest...
My clouded mind creaks to concentrate...
It's all part of that predestined fate...

I stare at my stack of books with a blank look on my face...

Its only the end of the world as I know it...

I try to smile... Yeah, not the case...