My End

April 21, 2010
The sky is filled with a thousand tears
And the morning gives way to night
What is left of life
Slowly withers away
There is no hope of any light
In the cold distance
What will become of me
Is still a mystery of this world
Though I pray to God
To not let this be my end
It seems that all has left me here
Hopeless and Fearfull
Just waiting to be taken away
For this will be my end

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