• the darkness comes
    light turns into crumbs
    the pool of blood
    death becomes a flood

    as the sirens bell
    the screams excel
    into a river of yells
    and noone who tells

    the end is near
    but noone to hear
    it coming for us
    or see it burn our trust

    theres noone to think
    to raise all hell or blink
    theres noone to feel
    for our sorrows to end
    noones alive

    we are all dead.....