Apocalyptic

Tears well behind mine eyes.
I bow in defeat and release my cries.
The thought of it devours my soul.
I feel as if I've been run threw with a pole...

The end of ends is upon my earth.
My apocalypse of reason has now given birth.
The destruction of body, coincides with mind.
Everything grows dark as my mind's eye goes blind.

The doom of the insane, is now mine own.
Reason has left me, stuck in the unknown.
The future consumed in a single blow,
A wound too deep to ever sow.

And so he came,
The one with torn wings.
Things never were the same,
In that the end of all earthly things.