End Of Times

No true living in these perverted places, No sun is shining on our aimless faces. Anything profound leaves a vacant stare, Worn out by meaningless thoughts we bear. Blessing of existence torn up and destroyed, Ignoring persistently boundless inner void. With hearts deserted, our minds are hollow, We've come to an end, no time to borrow. Not a single soul in those twisted places, Only empty shells and same old faces.