The End

As the swirls of colors come to an end the rain starts to fall.
The wet sparkling tears run down my face as time beings to pause.
My thoughts are drifting away as well as my heart.
Everything breaks inside when time finally stops.
The end of the world can make you cry.
But the end of you will only make you sigh.
The sadness of death fulfills my last seconds.
The clock ticks back to the beginning.
The reliving of the sadness all over again.
I wish the end was the beginning.