425 – Dead end

So many ways in,
But only one way out.
This isn’t it
And that’s alright.

Even monsters
Have their inner demons.
Who knows what nightmares
They’re afraid of?

Are you here to hunt
Or to be hunted?
Do you even
Have a choice?

Sitting on a hill
Watching the world burn,
Calmly munching on a sandwich
As the bombs fall.

No angels here to save us
But if you lay beside me,
I’ll smile and hold your hand
While we turn into dust.