So your done with my creation.
The ending and beginning of devistation.
Lost in a hopless situation.
I dont blame.
Because of these thoughts of shame.
Or my because of my blood going down the drain.
Who knows what we are.
Perhaps we are just another shining star.
Empty inside and all so far.
Ill rise again as another dies.
While all the ppl create delusional lies.
Enjoying watching the tears roll down hopless eyes.
Fear for all and fall for fear.
Creeping and drawing near.
The pain you feel from a evil gods spear.
Nothing much of a god in this wasteland.
Only my family and friends lend the helping hand.
Weak and brocken left trying to stand.
Gods voice is hollow and so is mine.
One of a kind.
A way that he cant find.