Short poem

I wrote this 2 years ago, while in the wilderness.
I feel as if it really resonates with my soul at the moment.

I watched the end of the world
I saw it come;
I tried to save it
But in the end, I bathed in its blood.



I feel no connection to this world
Or its filthy inhabitants
But this is simply my bitter ramblings
An effect of the fact I have yet to meet someone of intelligence in this city
You would think; Los Angeles, one of the worlds largest cities
Perhaps I have just been looking in the wrong places...