A/N: Well, look who's off hiatus (after like half of 2014 has elapsed). Finally, an apocalyptic-themed piece. Now, with no further ado...
In the beginning there was quiet.
The evening spoke, with its rustling leaves,
Running water
And fertile scurrying, singing and insect sounds,
While flowers listened quietly.
Then the rainstorm screed and thundered across a charcoal sky
Raindrops clinging like cold, sticky glue, then running away
Across green leaves, man and beast
While flowers listened quietly.
And then the bright noise was painted by a thousand guns
That formed a fishing net in an ocean of war
Claiming every living thing within its borders.
The grate of metal machine droned beyond struggling human sound.
Blood-stained flowers listened quietly.
And the end of the world spoke a brand-new language.
Earthquake, tsunami, no surface flat and secure,
Water on earth, earth on water,
Forests and cities tumbling into horrifying sound.
Covered in dust, the one remaining flower left for Heaven as the world dissolved into quiet.
Dblon - Quiet
The Doctor
i know we'll belong
when it is seen that life is just a game of madness
snapping fingers at tired waiters
children throwing cereal at shaky walls and
fathers screaming at jittery mothers
where all the songs are sad
where every day is a storm
where every live creature is weathered; beaten, but not beat
i know we'll belong
when every boat has capsized
when the snakes bare fangs like no land animal you've ever seen
when death is a promise
and everything before is an indefinite stretch of feelings
thrown like grenades, rolling at your feet
i will find you in the chaos
i will find you in the dark.