Apocalyptic Lullaby

A sea of humanity is walling me in
it sparks my insanity–they’re coming again.
I won’t make it through another night all alone.
I hide in my basement deep under my home.
 
 
The warnings came often, yet no one would listen.
The skin of these things–vile boils that glisten.
It hangs off their bones like a putrid, pale plaster.
Now I’m scared to death ‘cause it’s me that they’re after.
 
 
They moan–how they groan–a cacophonous drone!
And each time I hear them I am chilled to the bone.
My stomach is growling, it drowns out the sound,
I fear that they’ll hear as they’re lurking around.

 
 Their scratching is constant, they scrape at the door.
My family’s long gone but they’re still wanting more.
The wood starts to splinter, now I’m good as dead.
It’s no fun, I’m done–I put a gun to my head…

 
Suddenly, all is quiet, the new dawn has arrived.
It’s the closest I’ve come to not being alive.
What tonight might bring, well, I haven’t a clue.
If they get through that door, I’m not sure what I’ll do.

 
For now, I must sleep–I'll need all of my wits–
so my flesh and bones aren't ground into bits.
But, even in dreams, they catch and eat me alive.
I can't go on much longer, I just won’t survive.

 
I ball up my fists and curse all of mankind–
why were we so stupid, so blatantly blind?
Our world now a cess pool, pollutants and piss.
My lullaby as I die–the Apocalypse.