The End

some insight: this song i wrote from the perspective of an old man at the end of the world. He outlived eveything and witnessed the selfishness of mankind (to which he contributed to as well). After losing everything and being betrayed by everyone he held dearly to him, he realized how much life had passed him by and hated himself for it. who cares what the world has done to you live life, fuck everyone else and just live!!!!... when i wrote this I imagined everything crumbling, everything on fire, everything turning to dust before his eyes. and then nothing...after all his struggles, all his passions, and affairs, he was as empty as the world before him.

its all the same nothing here seems to have changed

the shattered bottles and broken dreams still remain

what was it for then to be made to feel?

a curse so wretched a nightmare all too real

and it will be this way forever

the shards of glass that severed

it will take a chance of insanity

the start of death to end the grief

to steal the peace

the life of a theif

is this what is greed?

to take life to breathe

if judged this maybe

long after deceased

so long is thy tree

burn slow sink deep

(a whisper passed by through the leaves in the trees uttered its sectret grew faint and weak with it came tears with it came grief before there was hope before there was peace)

a whisper sang sofly through night the sky became afire and died

the struggles that once were are not

crossed out torn up thrown to rot

the fire the spire the fear and the burn

grow old grow tired look back at such turns sing into the breeze as if it carried a dream

in hope sit in wonder if this was something

there was a light just out of sight of a truth

just out of touch with a clue that led to something anew

and save stories in journals left behind

from mankind in graves of grief and glory

survived the last time.