End of days

Wind is tearing apart the silence

Black shadows foray the space

An organ is reading homeless notes

Crying them out into heartbreaking songs

Deep echoing clatter rings out

Misty meadow uncovers a dugout


Smell of ignorance is spreading...


Jackals are dragging my soul away

Crows are fighting over my remains

Abandoned in that trench my bones

Camouflage well with the surrounding stones

One piece of me is left on the road though

It has not been dragged into the black hole

Small dirty ugly and dark

I don't even know if it's my brain or my heart