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