Shall i Compare thee

Shall I compare thee to a world's ending?
An uncertain quiver that shakes the core,
That ushers with its furious rending,
A promise of silence and nothing more.
Promise me a world of cracking concrete,
Of empty cities and of soiled skies,
Where we strolling down the purposeless streets,
Speak of the ashes in our hair and eyes.
I wish to creep across your grey-clad heart,
Like the ivy across the tumbled stones,
And in a dying world not worlds apart,
We will go walking through the city's bones.
Though the greenest seasons fool lovers' heads,
In a wasted world we shall make our beds.


Very much inspired by sonnet:18.