Dark Days of Wreckoning

The dark days of no tomorrow Filled with hate and sorrow Mourning for all the fallen Did you live up to your life’s calling? A world of no liking A world full of anger and fighting Behind close doors The children’s tears are pourin Striving to feel free But night terrors are all he sees The late nights of reckoning The crows singing and whistling As the terror fills his heart and soul He feels dead inside where his heart should be is a dark whispering hole As he turns the other cheek He receives more of a beating A dark world surrounds him and the place he calls home But to him there is no escape and he feels shut down and alone All he wants to do is live his life without shackles and chains He feels like he is losing his mind, going insane All he wants to do is to be free But little did he know, that the next one could be me