DEATHS WINTER

DEATHS WINTER

Destruction, hate, death
all part of my new grey reality
nothing to call my own
except the cloths on my back

what keeps me going
i don't know
maybe the fantasy of life
down this long dreary hopeless road

for this is a grey winter
they knew it would happen
so why do they put the rest of us through it
while they sit in a bomb shelter

for this is a grey winter
and i often times catch myself dreaming
dreaming of what i used to call my own
a loving wife and a beautiful kid

that is another hallucination that keeps me going
what is right and what is wrong
that is a thing of the past
it is the actions you take that really matter

all the people and all their morals
gone bad just like milk
the world was our mother
and we killed her

for this is deaths winter
the day he harvest our souls
T.S you were right
it will end with a whimper

by: Austin young