VOLUNTARY HUMAN EXCTINCTION

what if we're too late and our sucidical ways have permeated everything? every cell is poisoned, every inch of earth have we undergone a cataclysmic rebirth? nothing has been sparred, nothing can be saved today's existence is a parody of yesterday all things die and i've accepted that it's our time we're on a sinking ship, our lifeboats are going down with it we're directionless, we're lost and headed straight for the center of an apocolyptic storm sometimes things die and we don't hear their goodbyes sometimes there is no hope there is no hope sometime there is no hope there is no hope we can't always fix our mistakes this time we're too late