The End

whispered in the weeping wind are these words my friend, "the end!" dripping from my lips a spit bleeding, needing, pleading, "quit!" covered in a coloured sin with hues of blue and cinnamon drenched i drool a hapless fool full of blood that floods in pools spewingout my mouth such doubt as "the end, the end!" i shout i bid farewell to hell and hope "goodbye!", i cry, i cannot cope come to me with comfort please dismal Death your breath i breathe i hear your chilled and killing cough i wish to kiss your lips so soft for im lost and live alone "the end!",incessantly imoan raving mad i sadlyrant walk about in doubt and chant "the end, the end," i keep repeating panting, chanting, broke and bleeding jagged, ragged on the floor laying, praying for no more