There is naught but cold
as the days grow old
and our faces become lined
but our expressions stay bold;

there is nothing but hate
where once love did accumulate
and our hearts, now stone,
are weary as we mutilate;

there is not but death
in the place of mirth,
where life once thrived:
we dare not take a breath.

And now maligned,
alone,
we live contrived.

When the sun sets
When the light fades
When the shadows grow long
When Darkness falls

We stand sentinel to the return
of light
of warmth
of colour

but it is not always gaurenteed.

This is it,
the End.

Abandon me to the depth of Darkness and Despair
let me too sink into that dreamless endless sleep
only to awake at the drop of six feet and the sound of falling sand-

when the stars loose their light and the moon fades to Darkness
with the sun dimming at the passing of each day
only to be stopped at Dies Illa-

still i will endure;

Suffering life
loving all but
loved
by none
To dream -
to dream
to hope -
to die
to sing -
to quiet
to die -
to die