The End of It All
Strange thoughts fill my head
Visions of torment are in my sight
but some things are better left un-said
as i slowly drift off into the night
Screams of Terror ring out so clear
as a blood red moon hangs low in the sky
a silence so loud makes it difficult to hear
as they fall from life wondering why
THe sounds of trumpets ring through the air
the end of it all draws ever near
angels weep and sob out of care
as it destroys what they hold dear
-Gem
Visions of torment are in my sight
but some things are better left un-said
as i slowly drift off into the night
Screams of Terror ring out so clear
as a blood red moon hangs low in the sky
a silence so loud makes it difficult to hear
as they fall from life wondering why
THe sounds of trumpets ring through the air
the end of it all draws ever near
angels weep and sob out of care
as it destroys what they hold dear
-Gem