The Dying Days

Hush now put away your bleeding brain Didn’t they tell you ? There’s no room on this empty train. All battered and bruised Awake now, You’re even more confused It’s the little things we kill Hope happiness love and grace They all lie within the devils loving embrace Shoot to kill There’s that emptiness still It’s the hunger you never can fill It’s the somber dawn of your reality Of the worlds finality One of each Of these truths Taken root Never lost on the youth The whales that breech After they dive To the coldest depths Will they all disappear ? Before we’ve left out of here ? Ghosts of ourselves Sit and waste away Nothing else to lose No more games to play Just another chess move away From the dying day.