Ashes On My Airwaves

Static screens

Red sky glow

Calendar bleeding

End of the show

Wake up to an amber alert on the glass

Whole world trending like it’s breathing its last

Mama text “pray,” I just stare at the ceiling

Faith in a feed, keep scrolling my feelings

Gas mask memes, they be laughing at doom

Sirens outside, same note, same tune

Food line long, but my patience short

Still flex gold teeth in a dead man’s sport

If this the end of the world

I still sing to the smoke

Phone in my hand like a prayer

Signal fading, I choke

If this the end of the world

Let my sins all rewind

I’ve been dancing on the fault line

Right on the fault line of my mind

Preacher on live say the judgement been called

Comments all caps, but the sky stay mauled

Helicopters draw crooked halos above

I’m still arguing with someone I love

Old beef feel small when the oceans rise

All that pride look light in my brother’s eyes

We was saving for a house, now we saving each breath

End credits roll while we side-eye death

Streetlights flicker like they scared too

Empty church parking lot, one last pew

I don’t run, I just stand where the cracks start

End of the world, but I’m guarding my heart