Oh, what a day this day, nothing around but just decay.

I wish upon the stars above that I could change what I could say.

As brim and blaze consume the ground, the storms smoked eyes swallow the clouds.

For life has dimmed to light that fades as heads fall off to sharpened blades.
Groaning they go, wither in woe, putrid the air, what else we know?

Music of guns chiming in sync, warning the skies, hearts start to sink.

Life in a hell made from mistakes ironic like nails in a cake.