as the world crumbles

it whithers around the edges
little pieces fall to ground
the world crumbles without remorse
even when no one's around

the crowd of watchers gathers
shoulder to shoulder on this plane
their cloaks hang in tatters
their minds slightly insane

they watch the world crumble
and move from side to side
the litanies they mumble
stink of misplaced pride

and now the pinprick wound
implodes on its own soul
where there was a world once
now just a gaping hole