A Picture.

Air grows thicker
It's harder to breathe
It all escalates on this moment
Life will be defined by the absence of death
Light will be defined by the absence of shadow
Truth will be defined by the abscence of lies.
And they are everywhere.
Death will swallow life, eventually.
All life will descend to their natural end.
All light will grow weaker with the sun.
It will take the last remains of hope with it
And it all will fall down from the sky
Like clouds would turn into concrete.
Heavier kind of snow.
And by these last hours of the collective
Known to the universe by the name of mankind
We'll be drawn a picture of ourselves.
An ugly, disgusting caricature
With all the exaggerated lines and forms
And we'll know
This is the most truthful picture we have ever seen
And the last one we will ever know.