The End

It’s the end.

Life has passed us by like a dream,

Showing the unseen.

Images once filled our heads,

But now were the walking dead.

We once had souls,

There now are holes,

Waiting to be filled.

The Light at the end of the tunnel shines.

Oh, will someone draw the blinds?

Your heart is in chains,

Destined to be taken.

So let it.

It’s the end, my friend.