• When I look ahead,
    Do you know what I see?
    Inside they're dead.
    Just like me.
    Its sad really.
    How we all pretend.
    That we're okay.
    Even though this is the end.
    Where we go now,
    We no longer decide.
    If we awaken,
    Will we have time to hide?
    From the end
    that always draws near
    feeding on sadness
    pain and fear.