The End Of The World Poem by Levi Lavigne

This End Of The World

Waking up from a hazy sleep, he sits up from his bed staring at the floor room quiet not even a bird chirp from the sky. He can hear the sounds of newspapers In the streets from his window as he walks to his dresser to fetch his clothes from the rack. Fully clothed he walks to the kitchen to make a coffee he finishes It with topping It off with a cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly out of his nose as he walks towards the elevator. The elevator takes It time to come up, tapping his foot as the bell finally rings the doors open. He walks outside the doors of his broken down apartment to the empty streets of Newcastle, walking casually through the alleyways with a smoke hanging off his mouth. Finally reaching a deserted bar he walks In to be greeted by a mouse running through the back door.

He Sits to take a drink pouring himself a whisky as he looks to the side to see a table In the middle of the floor. A memory reminded him of him and his love drinking at this bar laughing with delight, colors started to decorate the place, this room was full of people talking and drinking tell stories of old like there wasn't a problem In the world. Static cut the and the memory fades. Looking the cup half full of bourbon, he throws the glass across the room, smacking the mirror that stood balancing on the far end of the bar.

With a sudden gasp for air he jumps up to find himself In his bed, he rotates himself to sit on the edge of the bed, with rapid breaths he grabs his leg. Heart beats slow as he steadily stood up walking towards the dresser to pick up his clothes, another dull grey shirt and a pair of blue ripped jeans. He walks towards the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee, again finishing It off with another cigarette. He walks to the elevator and presses the button, hearing It slowly go up each floor, each one his foot tapped faster.
Faster
Faster
Faster
Finally the elevator doors open, and he hops Inside to reach the ground floor. He walks outside through the open streets broken beer bottles scattered beneath his feet. Blood spatters across the wall, as smoke burn houses and buildings so tall. He walks up the hills, coming to a bench a shock cuts through his body, as memories start to flood In. Time stopped as his vision turn to red and blue, showing him and his love sitting on the bench, her head on his shoulder, staring off Into the sunset as they hold hands. Things were so simple back then, everything was so much easier.

Static shot through him again as his vision went dull and his lungs started to cramp and he grabbed his chest as he gasped for air. His head spined as vomit spewed from his mouth, blacking out and falling straight to his head slamming to the ground from his knees. Waking up In the same old panic, heart beating, ripping at his chest, trying to claw out the pain at the edge of his bed. Limbs went numb as he walked towards his dresser, to pick up his same dull grey shirt, a slight pain shot up through his arm falling down to his knees he screamed bloody hell.

With panic he shot out of his bed wondering what has happened to him he waltzes over to grab his clothes and head down over to the kitchen. Grabbing a cup to make some coffee, a sharp noise whirled through his ears. Screaming "No, No, NO, NOT HERE, NOT AGAIN, THE SAME ROUTINE, THE SAME DAMN SMOKE AFTER THE COFFEE, I CAN'T DO IT AGAIN, IT'S KILLING ME". Dropping the cup half full of coffee with fear
Memories cut through him like a knife through a piece of paper. Memories of that first drink with her, knowing he wouldn't have found her I he didn't go out for that smoke, knowing that spark he felt when their eyes connected, and knowing he couldn't love any other woman In the world. Years and years of memories built up with her, to only lose her with the rest of the world who left him behind. He was the last man on earth, With nothing but memories of a lost soul Inside of him. Grabbing his clothes he runs outside, faster and faster he runs towards the light but when the roads finally split he knew what to choose. It was the road that lead to his woman with arms open wide, and a smile so large that It cuts through this demon's eyes. So slowly he fades away just like everyone else before him and not a single person was left In this world except the voices of ghost and the ones who atoned him. So on a rope he hangs with a smile knowing he's going to a better place.