Last Days

We’re all paying for our mistake
And every broken promise made.
This Week should come it’s no surprise.
How bitter sweet, this lullaby.
So the darkness in your eyes,
Rue with every single lie.
Soon there will be nothing left,
Only heartache and regret.
Feeling of complete despair,
Lonely is this cross to bear.
All the words left unsaid,
Will forever echo in your head.
Death will come he always does,
For each and every one of us.
Whispers soft and pulls you near,
And tells you what you want to hear.
(end)