The Savior

The water once glossy, is blurred by the debris from the figurines, The air once visible surrounds like the coal mines floating in the sky, The sky once peaceful, looks down in pity on the round object floating through its veins, The fire once warm, is now a monster, swallowing everything that breathes, The soil birthing life is mixed with venom that's slowly digesting the weight of the shadows, And we lie here unhinged, with eyes affixed above, hoping for an angel to save us from ourselves.