End of Days - by Nathaniel Hammel

Everything is a mess
You left me alone to die alone,
Money, Pain, Love and Hate.
Was that satisfying for you?
Your end of days are near.

Get used,
Abused,
Why should I care now?
Needing to break out.
You can either
Hate it or Love it.
But your
End of days is coming.

Came crawling back
With a lame excuse,
and again
I see you falling apart
Erasing all those memories,
I will never be going back to you.
No way, No how.
I am invisible to you,
and I knew that you would never say
Good-bye.
You are the End of Days.

Feeling alone
You cry on the inside
So outta control.
Shaking like a leaf now,
Scared, and paranoid.
So much frustration.

You never stopped to see if I was ok.
Where is your head.
End of Days.

Tried to figure you out.
Nothing worked.
But I know,
You can't live without me.
Now you stand alone,
Cold and Freezing
Without my love.

Your End of Days is Now.

And when the wakeup
to afterwards was here.
your mind reeled with absolute
pain and subconscious allusion.
Your end of days did come.

No sanctuary
no rest
and torment looms.
You have no home now
so step inside your hell.

Make no mistake
you minute flake

Step inside the end of days

Soul searching
does not happen here.
I am your master.
No doubt you did this to your self.

Fools marching side by side
down here,
flames are burning
down here
and the wreck of all my slaves pity
down here.

The end of days is here.

Picture Credit: Pixabay

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