Ending
The winds rush in as I fall,
Fearing the worst I try and call,
Out the world one last time,
My love, my death my crime.
I have lived life and the end is near,
As I dream of tomorrow with a snear,
And the lost yesterdays have no pain,
It’s all numb now now I have no game.
What if I live another day and cry more,
Rotting to the middle the blackness, the core,
Pitted and rough my heart has become,
Ending is now seems correct and perfect to some.
Vile anger lights the flame that consumes me,
Why did I fail in love and no one would have me?
I am alone at last in me sorrow and death,
And I was alone when I took my last breath.
For all I am is the shadow of yesterday,
The death of tomorrow,
The sadness of love,
and the pain I borrow.
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