When the world ends,

When it comes to a halt.

Who will be there,

To sort it all out?

.

The tides are turning.

We're losing sight,

Of what is around us,

What isn't alright.

.

Predators roaming,

Swift as night.

Searching for prey,

With all their might.

.

We forget who's out there,

Unable to comprehend,

What life would be like,

If it came to an end.