i liked you better

I liked you better when the world was ending. The structures that once impaled the sky in one direction streaks it now with pale yellow as they fall and crush the people. The cars are worthless when the road vanishes and disappears in a haze of black powder. It does not matter what you're wearing because you're going to die and sear; only to become a black charred statue sundered by your height and the hassle it takes to carry you to your tomb. What you say and how you say it means nothing as it is asphyxiated by the screaming and the outcries of the dying. The oceans betrayed us, our technology deserted us, our independence hurt us. We are all as one, a wave of pain surrendering itself to the outcome of an impending annihilation. No one is different, no one is interesting, no one is special. There is no superhuman to save us, there is no genius to rescue us, there is no government to defend us. We become nothing in the eyes of the world, as we are not meant to be seen but to be felt. People are not meant to be heard, or seen, but felt. I'll like you better when the world ends, and perhaps you will realize it then.