End of Time
There was a time
A space
A place
That I cared about you
Now it is gone
And I don’t even care about me
Dead to the world
I live for nothing
Pistol to the head
Revolves around living
Pressed hard enough
It leaves an impression
Powder and blood
They will figure it out
Now is that the way you wanted to go?
Time is neither easy nor funny
It has its calamities.
Can you face it is the question?
Living is like burning a candle
When it gets down to end it is all about time
It’s all about throwing away the living and
Under standing that truth is a state of mind.
Given the stars above and what the saints preach
There is never enough to stop the end of time.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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