Fate

The TV blinks with black and white scenes from the Holocaust... There is a faint hint of vomit and smoke on this cold, faded chair... This place is such a mess; always disdain and untruths hanging in the air... The cat ate the baby bird, after falling from its nest... It had a broken wing and I told her it would die; it would die like all the rest... My clouded mind creaks to concentrate... It's all part of that predestined fate... I stare at my stack of books with a blank look on my face... Its only the end of the world as I know it... I try to smile... Yeah, not the case...