Self Inflicted Armageddon

I sit and patiently and watch the debris’s fall and I know it wont be long in a world that I know and love.

I sit and wait with baited breath not knowing what is to come or what will be.

The horizon burnished, aglow, a noise of deafening proportions as the bomb wrecks its path.

My sense’s on a heightened state of alert, hair tingling as the hour of my death approaches.

I marvel at the spectrum of the horizon as the skyline contorts and blends a fusions.

My eyes flicker with the resultant LSD range of colors I gaze with a morbid curiosity.

I sit and study the landscape that conforms de-forms and re-acts in front of my eyes.

Aghast, and then mesmerized as the metamorphous that is the virgin birth taking place.

My eyes are experiencing there true worth as  an optical fireworks display.

My mind is full of sheer terror, horror, that is and has taken place.

The vast power unleashed, the rabid dog consumes all in its path.

Burning flesh which forces and pains my nostrils into complete submission.

But what is there to submit to only my own mortality.

My eyes beginning to fade and dim to that of the sightless.

My optical nerves become seared.

I am not afraid but wonder at the awesome power that will cast me into history.

For the briefest part of the briefest second has dispersed obliteration upon his meager self.

So I will slip into obscurity, to become part of the nuclear waste that which mankind bears the responsibility.

In this godforsaken land which has taken millenniums to create, how little we value it.

If we again as humans are ever the privileged to be granted life again in some distant galaxy.

Will Armageddon be brought to bear once more.

Will our collective ingenuity and our passion for stupidity bring it to bear again.

 For this world is but the wasteland we tamed and we returned it back to waste.

We were gifted with intellectualism and reasoning powers but it just wasn’t enough.

So I mentally write goodbye to my friends, my enemies, my racist, my prejudiced, my war mongers, my poor.

As for my rich and my powerful as in life we were never equal, but now in our death the grave is the master of all.

Power and money gain no extra credits.

For such petty indifference which the mindless were unable to resolve we have all lost.

The road of no-return is now our journeys end.