Doomsday
Scratchy darkness wraps our souls
Leaving us with empty goals
Sorrow sadness without controls
Road of our lives filled with potholes
Boils in our hearts about to erupt
Leave our minds filthy and corrupt
A life so sharp, blunt and abrupt
We might as well press self-destruct
Smooth sorrows like roses wilting
Love’s altar jilted tears dripping
Lies, deceit and fear a woven quilting
A parquet dance floor awkwardly tilting
A hungry, cold homeless cry
A frozen tear as a final bye
Soaking wet blankets high
This promise at birth just a lie
Faded moulded dreams decay
Stone the bastard he is gay
That’s that Old biblical cliché
Let’s not wait for doomsday
Copyright © Gert Wewege | Year Posted 2016
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