Prophecy?

My brain is burning

It won't let me have peace or rest

The images keep coming

Just sitting on the edge

Of my consciousness

I can not escape them

They continued to intrude 

Until at last I gave up

And starting writing them down

All the horrid thoughts 

Of my past regrets

And all my failures 

The secrets that I possessed

Are being shouted out now

My doom it is coming 

I feel it as if it was

Right here and now

As the Moon is arising 

A blood red hot orb

That burns in my soul

And blinds me to reality

I can not see and I can't resist

The feeling of impending loss

The doom it is coming

Not just for me 

but for everyone 

And I must attest

The future is near

Followed close by eternal rest.