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