The sky is falling up into pieces,
The people barely speak, and their words...
They come out backwards,
Each one a work of art.
The sun begins to shine at night,
And the moon by day.
Though, somehow it shines just as bright.
It's so weird how smoothly things flow
When you know they are not meant to stay.
This whole day, its been as if I am stuck in an awkward moment of a dream
From which I am just waiting to be awakened from.
Caught in the rapture in which I am waiting to be taken from,
But the saviour has yet to show.
Everything is frozen in its place,
And there is nothing I can possibly know for sure.