Pacific Spill:

The world is crumbling,

Yet all I see is you,

Your wings flashed in the sky,

But I knew it wouldn't be the two,

Death and destruction called my name,

Yet I stole the lock upon the door,

I held onto my one slim hope,

But my chance hung on a raging wild boar,

The peace was present,

Yet hiding within a million drums,

The cymbals crashing louder each moment,

But I never once saw it's breadcrumb,

The toil held over my head,

Yet my eyes hung to the sky,

The oil spilt over the ground,

But never once did you ask me why.