The End

 

It really is the end, the new beginning
the genesis and the escape not passing.
It is the end of preconceived notions
and the patience of withering emotions.
The end is the brink of my lost hopes
for what was once a beautiful rope.
The end brings the noose around
the waiting neck of a vapid frown.
Here we go darling down, down, down.
The hangman is here, you let him in,
and now he'll be coming around.