I am the apocalypse

I am the apocalypse
I am a paragon of innocence
I am the voice in the hall
I am the hole in your wall
I am the book on the shelf
Please tell me I am something else

You are the echoing sound
You are the walls around
You are the television
You are a hallucination
You are colossal wealth
Are you anything else?

We are the broken chairs
We are what is unfair
We are angels with clipped wings
We are those who do not believe
We are the empty seats
We are two left feet
We are the lost and found
We are the war bound
We are human brains
We are the insane
We are those who dismantle fate
We are everything that we hate.