If the world was dying off
slowly losing breath in her chest
and mist, tears and wounds are every where.
If the world is getting torn,
nuke smoke from where we always called home.
If my right leg got stuck, falling meteors
hit and I bleed,
with all of them running past me.
Stuck on the ground...

would run back to get me,
would you, cry, as you panic to carry the load.
would you dirt your robes with your own bruises
just to secure me,
would you shield my face with your...