Apocalypse

They rode in to ring in the end
the finale, after the locusts and plague
the four on horseback came, from clouds they did descend
to bring on the apocalypse of  heartbreak

First came pestilence, that love could never stick
unwell, she infected me with a spell, made me fall at her feet
incurable, she left me declining, feverish and sick
she left for a friend, broken, queasy and beat

Then came war, my heart and mind tore
a battle fought so much blood spilled
the girl was wrong, but felt so right I swore
my belief in love, battle worn but not yet killed

The third one rode in, famine, absence left me craving
starved of hope, a lack of direction
the one that never fed me any love, I was just a plaything
she left me haggard, so hungry for affection

The last to call, my old friend death, my heart broken
beat its last when she said id never amount to much
built on destruction, expiration approached as words were spoken
no love to spare, six feet under, a casualty of her touch

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.