Walls pulled apart.
Inside and out:
Rubble rubble rubble.
Breathing in deep the dust
Of human existence.
It is not that I fear death.
It is not that I do not know
The pointlessness of life.
It is the pointlessness of pain
That drives my fears;
And when the world crumbles
All around me,
I ask
Have I no shelter from this pain?
Is there no end?
Rubble rubble rubble.
vic briggs 