I sit on this cold stone ledge,
Waiting, just waiting.
Watching cars roll by,
people going places,
places familiar or unfamiliar,
all the same.
Going to see,
see co-workers,
see friends, or
see family

I sit on this cold stone ledge,
breathing, just breathing.
I can smell the pollution,
the pollution of society
society travelling inevitably towards its death.
Travelling forward, forever forward to its end.
I can smell,
smell the mistrust and disloyalty,
smell death lurking around the corner,
smell love lost.

I feel cold and alone,
sitting on this stony ledge.
This ledge like a lookout,
atop a ship at sea.
This tumultuous sea of the corrupted living.
The living, cold and hard with hate,
hate for his fellow man.
All they feel is,
bitterness,
envy,
and lust for power.

They have lost,
lost the capacity to love
and to be loved.

To watch this world of,
love lost
hateful
empty people.

The pain of watching this world,
something once so beautiful and pure.
To see it become so venal.

I regret my existence,
but everything must come to an end.
And so I will visit this world,
by the hand of your fellow man,
I will sweep this once beautiful haven you call home
and in my wake shall follow death and despair.

Then there was silence.