black hole rising

from we are the garages (vol 4) by the garages

by Rosie Drown

the cellar door is open
the house is filled with flies
the garden’s all but wilted
and still, the rain never dies

I walk out to the main road
the arterial is clogged
the cars choke the roadways
curse of a dying god

and I stay in my home
as the sea turns to blood
as the snake swallows everything
I await the flood
I await the Black Hole, come to swallow us all

it creeps in like a sickness
coming in from the West
Seattle went hours ago
Oklahoma’s lookin next

all eyes gaze towards the horizon
the great black line in the sky
the sun is pulled in further
we all know we’re gonna die

but we all seem to agree
we’ll go on with our lives
swallowed up when it’s time to go
when the suns leave the skies
as time slows up I find I’m comfortably numb

and I stay in my home
as the sea turns to blood
as the snake swallows everything
I await the flood
I await the Black Hole, come to swallow us all