The End As I Know It

Ironic, yet fitting, in this day and age

Children killing children, cold-blooded, insane

Lost souls, lost races, no identity, no faces

Taking refuge in sinful, corrupted dark places

No shining light left up on this earth

We look to the heavens for a little self-worth

Misaligned values held in contempt

Draining my veins, our souls bending limp

No peace, no solace, no trickle of tears

All gone are the masses who once fought, now they fear

So bring me back to the place of my silence

Walk around in the thoughts of my sin

Seek the world through the shades of my darkness

Falling tears in the stairwell again

Run to the beauty of what can never be

Hatred, this fury, I am what you see

Lost context, rambled letters, scrambled thought, this disease

Feeding into the night air

Chilled passion arose from the calm, don't I dare?

I can and I will, for I am what you see

Patience's theory to practice, hold fast unto me

Unchained from the fear, threaten purpose, my life

So I went to the store and bought a gun and a nightlight