The Four Horsemen Of My Apocalypse

The Four Horsemen Of My Apocalypse

War:
At war with myself
Inside, fighting a losing battle
Two sides
Good against evil
Both coming out the victor

Death:
Dying inside
Feeling myself slipping away
Wondering if that isn’t the answer
Knowing it isn’t
Would it be full of splendour

Famine:
Starved of knowledge
Wanting to know all of the answers
Thoughts, my food
Crying out into a wilderness of carcass’s and husks
Yet, out there, there is hope

Pestilence:
A victim of a diseased mind
Abnormality reigns
Suicidal realism
Snakebite lips
Spitting out verbal venom…