This isn't going to end well...
I can tell
Where all the breaking cracks
Are looking back
From where I sit
This isn't going to end well
I can smell
All of the rotting
Clawing, crawling
Closer that it gets
Sometimes
I don't mind
When I find
All the little messy bits
And sometimes
I lose my mind
Then it all
Begins to fall
Into abyss
This isnt going to end well...
I can tell
Where all the little cracks
Start breaking fast
When they begin
This isn't going to end well...
I can smell
All of the rotted souls
Out on patrol
Come closing in