Intense

In the wake of this life

I grow more intense,

with no one who knows

how to make sense.

We're on the brink

I shudder and think,

who will be left?

annihilation, we sink.

Will they act in haste?

at this point, they can

careless we think

I'm on the brink

intense trying to live,

they want to play God

pain is what they give.

Life on the brink

little makes sense

more than before

there's little respect.

If I could hide

the world wont exist

evil fades out

corruption would thin.

The ocean arise

the only safe place

I rush more intense

from weapons and waste.

Forever, to hide

the waves claim me whole

the sun smiling down

life at its low.