The Night the End Found Us

Some will say the end is near

Some will say its already here,

Some don't care and just drink their beer,

Others think of it often, full of fear,

I know the truth, it's all a lie, a scheme a con,

Because the end...well it's already come and gone,

It came one night while you were asleep in your bed,

Dreaming of roses, the brightest of red,

Not knowing that before you awoke you'd be dead,

It hadn't been on the news or any of the papers you read,

But I saw them come, up late smoking one night,

Shadows filled the streets moving so fast you'd swear they took flight,

As each of you slept, off in a dream far away from here,

They took a small little seed and put it in your ear,

It rolled its way down and burrowed inside of your mind,

It was a darkness, a sickness, a sadness with a specific design,

To cause you to decompose, to quietly, subtly begin to break down,

And they placed it in the ear of every person in every town,

Oblivious to our doom we have all begun to rot,

And that seed speaks to us too deep in our mind and kills off all we've been taught,

We will soon hate ourselves the more we fall apart,

And the voice of the seed makes us forget our own heart,

The shdows did it to everything though, turned its cells against their own kind,

Everything will soon fall apart as if of one rotting mind,

The end isn't here the end isn,t near, then end came in your sleep,

Shadows infested the core of it all in the night without making a peep,

People always describe then end as catastrophic, disastrous an event never  seen before,

But it was silent and stealthy, just placed a sickness at life's core,

So fret not put you mind at ease,

Stop praying for mercy get up off you knees,

It's too late it's already come to a stop,

A sickness is breaking it all down we don't need a bomb to drop,

We're breaking down falling apart, the sun the moon the sky the stars,

It's all dying no matter how near and no matter how far,

So fear not of what the end may bring when it comes to pass,

It's already in the past,

The end already happened the night the shadows came,

Not when the last star breaks apart, so far off we never even gave it a name,

And the shadows are no longer confined to the figure that held them tight,

They are formless, infinite when there is no light,

So never fear the end can be set out of mind no need to fuss,

The end came in the night and already found us.