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
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