The End of the Line
THE END OF THE LINE
I CAN’T LET ANYONE INTO MY WORLD NOW
AS THE UTTER DECAY OF MY SPIRIT SPREADS
I CRAWL ALONE INTO THE ABYSS OF MY OWN MAKING
LEFT TO PONDER THE REMAINDER OF MY EXISTENCE
WHAT IS LEFT FOR ME TO PROVE, HOW MUCH LEFT TO LOSE
WHEN ALL THAT I MAY HAVE NEEDED IS ALREADY GONE
AND THE FAMILY THAT I THOUGHT I KNEW I HAVE LEFT BEHIND
AND THOSE CLOSEST TO ME
DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM,
AS I AM LEFT TO ASK, DO I?
WHAT I STOOD FOR, WHERE I STAND, FOUNDATIONS HAVE CRUMBLED,
AND I AM TUMBLING DOWN
THE ETERNAL FALL INTO THE NEVER-ENDING VOID
THAT IS THE REALITY OF THIS, MY WORLD NOW
THANKLESS WORLD THAT WE LOVE AND GRIEVE IN
WRETCHED WORLD I LIVE AND BREATHE IN
UNFORGIVING WORLD THAT WE BLEED AND DIE IN
AND FOR NOTHING MORE THAN ONE DAY OF MOURNING
NOTHING MORE THAN MEMORIES AND WORDS
AT THE END OF THE LINE………
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