#sheneverlovedyou

the end of the world is near

and i haven't much to say

it's as if all my thoughts and woes

up and ran away

the thought of mama's dying

and pa's and sister's too

simply does not phase me

much like mine doesn't you

the grass will soon be nothing

like your favorite story told

and all the books you've never read

will forever be on hold

the thoughts you have don't matter

much like your daring acts

the record books are burning

to tiny piles of ash

the clock reads seven thirty

but that seems awfully soon

i don't believe it's happening

but then again i do

it's rather inconvenient

i have a task you see:

i'm not yet finished painting

my portrait of a flea

it's hard to keep on toiling

the minutes rolling by

but i think i'm on to something

if first i do not die

the portrait goes like this:

the background is my cat

the flea is somewhere in there