Watching the stars

I see it, it sees me. The world as we know it has fallen, and so has our society. You see less and less people outside as they turn to their hopes. But all those hopes are is the emptiness the government sells us. The air is cold, despite the never ending warming of this planet. The stars tell me it’ll all be okay, but I know they’re lying. But it comforts me. Even if I don’t believe them. The only ones who listen are the dying angels, taking residence in our heads. My friends tell me that they’ll be right back, but I haven’t seen them in a week. They don’t answer my texts, they don’t answer my calls. Now I’m all alone again. The crows make their shrill croaking sound, as they descend from the air, landing on their prey. The smaller bird struggles in their grasp, but it does no good. They’re dead just liek the relationships people have built, before the world as we know it has fallen. Goodnight and goodbye. Don’t contact me, ass I won’t reply. Just like these stars who I see, and who sees me.