How Simple an End
The nights so dark
And yet it still grows darker more.
It screeches and tears,
Like mournful wails
Caught wind from a distant shore.
The moon he smiles a cynical grin
As the world below enjoys its sin
And so I stop, and sit, and stare
And wonder what might be out there
In the dark and cold and empty night
That swallows my hopes with great delight
But the night it’s fierce It grabs a hold
And whispers things that should stay untold
The dark has taken all your smiles, all your joy, and tears
And in its place installed it favorites
Sadness, rage, and fear
my heart, it aches, with sympathy
for that poor life that was cursed to me
It did no wrong, it did no harm
It tried to sway me with its charm
Yet I don’t want it, it may part
And stop my slowly beating heart
Whats worse this thought, once you’ve been caught
Your already far from gone
Its pumping in your veins, and in your heart
Its seething through your blood
So whats the point in going on
This life is warn and bitter
But whats the point in staying still
Your stories far from over
For now my life may take a sigh
For it is safe tonight
But the morning is so far away
And still I see no light
Will I stay in this dark place
Can I bear it anymore
Will I last another day
Can I fight this pointless war
Beware the dark that’s circling for it will eat you whole
From your fingertips to your toes, and all the way down to your soul
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