Apocalypse

It'll be you and me,
Together,
Until the sky collapses at our feet,
Until the ground gives way beneath us,
Until fire, wind, and water
Cannot be contained.

There's no stopping this,
No more if or when.
I choose you,
As you've chosen me.

And though my regrets may be
A noose around my neck,
All the time wasted,
I am present now.

Here I stand,
Ready to shake the stars
From the skies,
To rip the trees
Out by their roots,
And to burn this world to ash,
Whipping flames surrounding us,
Before the flood washes us clean.
All I need is your hand in mine,
Before it begins.