he’d stay up for hours…talkin’ to himself…’bout little things…smallness of life…just how inconsequential we truly are…

compared us to a bunch of bugs…termites chewing away at the earth…non-stop destruction…not content till everything and sundry was destroyed…people have a way…people have a way…

and he’d go-on and on till early morn…never slept…an all night bitch fest…spewin’ words of hell…damnation…thought we were all doomed…doomed for actions that were predestined…no gettin’ out of it…

said the Sun would stop burnin’ eventually…the moon would turn purple…and we’d all be stuck in constant night…an all out darkness 24/7…

did it to ourselves…, he’d mumble…did it to ourselves…