Dark Cloud Overhead

I used to write love poems.. Until my heart became invaded by the night I used to love to find a home, Until shadows filled the light I used to be a golden boy But now I hate the colors greedy sight So many things in me that have become faded And now it's the end of days inside of me that I fight The sun will no longer give it's light, And the trees will holler songs of strife As the world burns and turns Like a roasted marshmellow on a stick.. Bitter sweet to the teeth with a sticky plight. This is the end in sight Losing hope As a dark ressurection becomes nigh I drown and flush my worries and sorrows inside my head Turning up the volume on my playlist that numbs me While I lay restless in bed But it keeps ringing just like a old saying that said Never allowing me to let my guard down And echoing hot inside my head