Sunday, January 23, 2022

The End Calls


A last kiss from the cold lips
The end beckons us forward
We hover over the abyss
Our flesh grows charred
And our hearts grow cold
We decay, turning gray
With our flesh now scarred
But there will come a day
When we have a promise
That is fulfilled
For all the madness
We will find sanity
And be still
In the heart of love