The sky is falling

It's night and yet the darkness shyes away.The fires burn slowly, casting shadows of uncertainty all around me.I stand a bit confused among the flames, not willing to admit that I'm seeing it.Every house on the street is in shambles, each and every one consumed by heat.I take a couple of steps through the wreckage and realize I'm barefooted.I look down at my feet and raise my eyebrows.I can't feel anything and yet their covered with blood.My blood.I can still see it gushing from the wounds.
I stumble to the ground when a huge piece of burning rock lands a couple of metres away, causing tiny chips of wood and pieces of unknown material to spread all around in the air, like shrapnel from an explosion.I look up and see the sky dotted with such burning meteors, racing towards the surface of the earth, ready to set fire to whatever place that's still intact.Trying to find the moon, my eyes stumble on what seems to be a cloud of dust.And I realize I am looking at the moon.
My ears are soon hit by the noise surrounding me.Dozens of people screaming, crying, moaning in pain.Next to me, a man torn in half is crawling towards his lower half scratching at the pavement.Farther away, a scared little girl keeps screaming for her mommy, whose remains can hardly resemble what used to be a human.
Before panic envelops me, I see her.Distressed and yet still radiating beauty as she walks towards me.And I let myself go.I forget about pain ,fear, panic, horror, reason.And I walk towards her.
The sky is falling, but I'm alright, because she's here...

Alone in the dark

You're all alone, and every step you take echoes in your head loudly.You're all alone and surrounded by darkness.Your sense of touch is your guide, feeling the wall beside you, taking comfort in its certainty.You walk along it, without a clue as to where it's taking you, yet feeling the urge to keep moving.You stop from time to time to catch your breath, and stand still in the midst of darkness, you shiver as your mind creates terrifying images all around you.And just as you're about to panic, your reflexes kick in and you start moving again.
Soon you begin to stumble, realizing the floor is covered with some sort of bumps, but you keep moving.A horrid stench envelops you, and you hardly keep yourself from stopping.The smell seems familiar, yet extremely unpleasant.And then it hits you.It's the smell of rotting flesh.You stop and barely manage to keep your insides.You decide it's best you go on, no matter what.
After about thirty feet, you stop.Up ahead, in the distance, you see a shimmering light.Filled with hope you take a step and hear a crack.Like wood cracking.And as your mind begins to hypothesize as to what those bumps on the floor are, you start running, heading for the light, heading toward what you already decided that is the way out...

Introduction

Sing a little song of you,
Sing of what I'm s'posed to do.
Tell a joke, tell a lie,
Just so you can see I try.
Spin the words, play my part,
Try to pass it off as art.
Open up for you to see,
But it's just a part of me.