The End
The end creeps closer
The day grows near
Darkness cloaks the daylight
I think it’s finally here
Strangers passing by
Unaware of what is real
And when life is over
How will it feel?
In our waning hours
Passion wants to moan
Release your inhibition
Let your spirit roam
Shadows on the ceiling
Dance to the tune
No one there to see them
In the empty room
Creatures of the evening
No longer appear
The moonlight doesn’t linger
Sounds are quite unclear
The army of darkness
Slowly marches near
Don’t try to fight it
They feed from your fear
Trade all you own
Just to have a good time
It was worth it
You were in your prime
You know it’s over
When you hear the wind cry
Meet the inner demon
He winks his eye
Copyright © Michael Harris | Year Posted 2008
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