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shadowsinfire.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2007-04-30 08:32 am
30 April - one day at the end of the world
One day at the end of the world
Series: Any, all, or none. Possibly X/1999.
Characters: first and second person. You pick the character.
Genre: angst. Definitely angst.
Rating: PG 13 for angst.
Warnings: uh, angstiness?
I woke up today
Though I hadn't realised I was sleeping,
It's a strange feeling, knowing something's changed, but unable to tell what -
Until you look outside and the world is tearing itself apart (and no-one looks up when you scream).
this was the time when everything seemed like a dream that had just turned into a nightmare
When a man sat in a corner, eyes wide:
Staring, all unseeing;
'One?' He muttered; 'No, two;
three quarters of half a million, all
Gone.' A smile, then; bitter as the years gone past, and as unforgiving;
'And maybe they were the lucky ones.'
and this was the time when there was no time left, and even that had just run out
When the buildings we thought were so strong came crashing down like a house of cards and confused thoughts and hysterical wishes merged into one
(did this thought become me or am I just a dream?)
Did I wish for change or is this (beautiful) dystopia just one more refuge from pain?
and this was the time when our lives began to fall to pieces, like so much broken glass
When all I ever wanted was one last chance (to see you, to be with you again)
But I am just one person,
And this is just one day at the end of the world -
Even as everything we knew breaks and crumbles down (falling to dust),
all we can do is stand here and wonder: what did we do wrong?
(stand here and watch as they all fall down)
and this is the time when all that is now
When one by one the TV channels fizzle out, resolving into static
The radio plays nothing but screams and shouts and the crackle of flames
and even as you reach to turn it off the lights flicker and die
leaving you in the dark.
when the dream is no dream but reality, staring you in the eyes
It's no use searching for the future;
It already came and went when we weren't looking,
Distracted by our (broken) promises and (lost) wishes, always wanting for more than we needed (and much, much more than we deserved).
when time is no time at all, at the end of another eternity of illusions
Hysterical laughter;
Crying: a sea full of dancing;
Dying: a heart with no failing;
Flying: (yet another lie in the world of the lying)
when the lives that are broken are our own
When there are fires on the horizon and all you see is smoke
when there's nowhere left to run (and nothing left to say)
when there are no more flowers (nothing left that's beautiful)
when the only thing to live for is yourself
and this is the time when...
...it ends...
Last line is![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dawnduskdancer's. She says it reminds her of the poem The Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot (this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends; not with a bang but a whimper), in the sense that it's sort of like 'alright, I read it. NOW GET ME SOME PROSAC!'
I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment.
Series: Any, all, or none. Possibly X/1999.
Characters: first and second person. You pick the character.
Genre: angst. Definitely angst.
Rating: PG 13 for angst.
Warnings: uh, angstiness?
I woke up today
Though I hadn't realised I was sleeping,
It's a strange feeling, knowing something's changed, but unable to tell what -
Until you look outside and the world is tearing itself apart (and no-one looks up when you scream).
this was the time when everything seemed like a dream that had just turned into a nightmare
When a man sat in a corner, eyes wide:
Staring, all unseeing;
'One?' He muttered; 'No, two;
three quarters of half a million, all
Gone.' A smile, then; bitter as the years gone past, and as unforgiving;
'And maybe they were the lucky ones.'
and this was the time when there was no time left, and even that had just run out
When the buildings we thought were so strong came crashing down like a house of cards and confused thoughts and hysterical wishes merged into one
(did this thought become me or am I just a dream?)
Did I wish for change or is this (beautiful) dystopia just one more refuge from pain?
and this was the time when our lives began to fall to pieces, like so much broken glass
When all I ever wanted was one last chance (to see you, to be with you again)
But I am just one person,
And this is just one day at the end of the world -
Even as everything we knew breaks and crumbles down (falling to dust),
all we can do is stand here and wonder: what did we do wrong?
(stand here and watch as they all fall down)
and this is the time when all that is now
When one by one the TV channels fizzle out, resolving into static
The radio plays nothing but screams and shouts and the crackle of flames
and even as you reach to turn it off the lights flicker and die
leaving you in the dark.
when the dream is no dream but reality, staring you in the eyes
It's no use searching for the future;
It already came and went when we weren't looking,
Distracted by our (broken) promises and (lost) wishes, always wanting for more than we needed (and much, much more than we deserved).
when time is no time at all, at the end of another eternity of illusions
Hysterical laughter;
Crying: a sea full of dancing;
Dying: a heart with no failing;
Flying: (yet another lie in the world of the lying)
when the lives that are broken are our own
When there are fires on the horizon and all you see is smoke
when there's nowhere left to run (and nothing left to say)
when there are no more flowers (nothing left that's beautiful)
when the only thing to live for is yourself
and this is the time when...
...it ends...
Last line is
dawnduskdancer's. She says it reminds her of the poem The Hollow Men by T.S. Elliot (this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends. this is the way the world ends; not with a bang but a whimper), in the sense that it's sort of like 'alright, I read it. NOW GET ME SOME PROSAC!'I'm not sure if that's supposed to be a compliment.