The Nightmare

Trapped within these walls
Scared of the threat outside,
I hear them cry as the dust they breath in toxins their bodies,
Many wait the forthcoming ruin
As the smell of plague grows stronger.

We foretold of this nightmare
Corruption and death, seeping into the world
But we made no attempt to correct it
The scales where overthrown.

We are the architects of our own destruction
And as the days cease to exist
Death is our only prosperity.

Mark Poole
14/7/06 ©