The welkin disappeared. There is no horizon The sun, the primeval mother, abandoned us It despairingly burns behind the shroud The pervasive shroud of the deathly ash The orphaned nature, the last vital sign Fades out in the shadow, burying the old vivid earth I knew that even light needs darkness to shine But learnt that every darkness always kills the light Heavy clouds went grey and down Crushing lungs with acid air This isn't home! This is the civilization's grave This place smells of grimness and fear The great vigil of the pending extinction Words spat out from the prophet's mouth Always tasted so dire, now taste so familiar Heavy clouds went grey and down Crushing lungs with acid air This isn't home! This is the civilization's grave Wean off being "human" with every single breath We perish in a concrete gas chamber Inhaling the self-prepared fate! Black visions went real, more real than we'd thought We were born as free men bur the world we have forged Negates the perfect plan and forces us to crawl Life - death's hybrids slouching around Prosopagnosia? Everywhere same blurry faces Faces hidden behind the masks - the failed escape Masks saving life or just protracting the end