Isaac the Painter

This is not a blessing, this is a curse.
She said, "if you can paint the future,
then paint one without me."
Apocalyptic visions, I did not ask for this.
I wish fate had chosen someone else.
I don't wish to be here to see this city go up in flames.
This city took me in.
Visions of quarantine, visions of mass extinction.
My veins have turned cold
And my eyes have rolled to the back of my head.
Open me up and take it all for yourself.
Everything that ever happened to me, happened here.
I finally know my part in all of this.
To die, here with you.
I finally get to be a hero.