Words From My Soul

A Time To End

Days become darker,

As time passes by.

We all bleed, sleep, and cry,

As a way to heal.

Sadly there is always bad in the good,

So things are never one hundred percent.

Roads fall, mountains crumble,

And things die.

Hope will always be a part of hopeless,

And a lie in what you believe.

Death, destruction, decay,

And despair will always be,

For everything has a beginning,

And a bitter end to see.