Today or Tongiht

When the light is swallowed within the darkness of the night,
Who's to say goodnight?
When life seems so destroyed, with no reason to re exist,
Who's to be the hero?
Why does the human race dwell within their madness
and soak themselves in puddles of wrath,
anger and pride?
What will come after the end of time or the existence of the universe
that we have breathed in for so long?
Will there be another world?
Will there be other creatures?
The thrill of trying to understand life's meaning makes me sick.
My brain feels as it were to explode with endless thoughts,
floating into the heavy heavens so far away.

When will the final destruction bring peace to insanity,
to the pain and suffering to those with hearts of water.
After thousands of years, Earth still floats in the stars.
When will it burst into millions of droplets?