At Worlds End?

I woke up this morning in a haze,

Had nowhere to go, nothing to do all day.

looked out my window, dark grey skies

fog as thick as man's most evil lies.

Something was not quite right

there was no one, not a soul in sight.

My alarm clock read 8 a.m.

where was the usual noise

the usual mayhem?

I walked outside and everything

felt strange.

Could it be that the world had finally

reached its end?

My eyes started itching

my nose was bleeding

I noticed that the fog

was not fog at all

it was a lethal gas

and I was the last one caught in it,

I was its final prey.

Alas, the world was not at its end

It was merely its way of trying to mend.