Apocalypse.

A million tears fell from these eyes, causing tsunamis and tidal waves to rise. Earthquakes shook the world, as tornadoes ravaged and whirled. Cities would self destruct and it would all be a result of my terrible luck. Life with you would be similar to death row; the passion would unfold until we would resort to blows. The fighting never fails to cease as I am left feeling like the deceased. I am now like the undead, as my thoughts refuse to turn off, constantly contemplating all the things I should have said. You pretended to be the bright, never ending light at the end of my tunnel. But instead of Heaven, you offered me nothing but Hell. I am finally strong enough to rebel, against the destruction that you would dole out like a fascist. Hitler and his reign had nothing on you and your regime. You were much worse on your weakest of days, your fury more extreme. I cannot fathom for a moment why you think you are a being so supreme. Meteors collide with everything in sight, as my heart races and pounds, seeking solace from the night. Misery threatens to tear my heart apart, as you trample on my love and leave your brand and mark. Malnourished by your scorn, watch as I walk through the streets in the clothes that your hands have torn. Naivety was my biggest flaw, I trusted in your word. You refused to make amendments to your cruel and wicked law, and then would act as if nothing had even occurred. In the end it is my inability to realize the sorrow that was caused by your deathlike kiss that makes me wonder if it's true that this is the apocalypse.