The world's end for the umpteenth time

I'm sure the world
ends tonight
I'm sure
this is the end
My bones are crushed
beyond repair
nothing's left
to mend

My heart's stopped beating
some time ago
my eyes
they've become
dull
my ears are filled
with screeching
cries
I'm but a
sole skull.

But once I bear
my bones
to bed
close my
lifeless eyes
the yelling and
the screeching noise
dull to
distant
cries

And as I wake
once again
I somehow
find the strenght
to continue another day
survive the days
event.

I'm sure the world
ends tonight
Just like
every day
And still I go on
again, again
through this tiring
stay

I don't know
why.