The End Of Days

 

The end of days is here.
So I must face it, my dear.


It's clear, but oh-so unclear.
How will it change you, my dear?


Oh, don't let it hurt you.
It kills me to think it, my dear.


I want you to wipe away my tears.
But how can you, when you weep yourself, my dear?


I hate this sorrow. I need you here.
Don't cry for me, my dear.


Sing for me when I'm silent.
I need your promise, my dear.


I love you...
The end of days is here.

Author's Note

Ehh.

Reviews

[Ourebro.]

If that word exists.

[Ourebro.]

Nice.
Sort of rhythmitic.

[cheeeeese]

Excellent piece. Short, but effective, and I love the emotion that was put in here. Great job.

[ebur™]

great piece and well done!

[Lexie LeAnne]

This made me cry when I read it.

[Ben]

This was very good. Keep it up!

[B A S S E M A S H R A F]

the font is too small for me to read

next time write with a bigger one :D