End Times

A slash of light sears my left eye - end of the world or just sunshine crashing into a slanted window? It happens just that quickly I don't think there will be a time-lapse or anytime to count the number of deathly moments that rush into a cringing brain. When the end begins. The balloons will go up balloons will be downed nothing to see until we are all resting under a great lake of rumor and suspicion. When the black and white cat fell of the roof, somebody cried but the silence downed out all voices. A train blunders into a happenstance chemicals are burned, the deadly smoke gets into every eye, will we be blinded by fireballs or only mollified by silent headlines? The end of the world needs a witness otherwise it just won't ever end.