The fire pit of life and death

I see ashes smolder
as the world I know grows colder
the end is near
the end is here
it's not what we predict
it's what we know and do
that will destroy us in the end
but in the end who cares.

holes

Thing look so cold,
as I stare into a black hole,
things only get bad,
no wonder I'm sad,
about all i've never had.