Paradise Lost

I guess this is how everything comes to an end! The moonlight symphony breeds to a repulsive piece of a will fallen, A new day only new in name we remember yesterday, Today hell holds sway still, We sing forlorn songs inertly to peace away the fallen, Even deeper, lay the petals of sagging roses; Should we shed tears that they gone, Or smile because they lived? Or what shall we do? We nearing the place too! Shadows run from the shadows run, shadows run away too! Natures die, politicians lie still, and the many common people die to live still, Poets lose their way with nothing to say, I look for you through the pores of pain that subsists within our ineffable core, You look for me too through the last leaks of this wraithlike ending, Should we stay another day? Should we be hopeful of a sunshine of tomorrow? I don’t think so; I guess this is how everything comes to an end