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In the end there is an instant,
Between alive and dead
An instant that you travel alone,
No-one else, with you, can tread
It is a moment of fear,
When all that is becomes clear...
An instant of pain!
An instant of shame!
An instant before you depart this world,
And only a body remains...
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night
In the end who you are doesn't matter,
What you've done is all that does
All your past accomplishments,
Fade as you turn to dust
There is a long, long moment,
Where you relive everything
And all that you've done wrong,
In that moment they all sting
You stare into the abyss!
You are poised atop the brink!
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night...
Because all...that you know...
Is gone...
And even though you can see the faces,
You can talk to no-one
You are judged...
In a moment of pure despair
But you have to face it,
Alone you are aware...
That in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night...
In the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
We all die alone!
In the end,
In the end we are on our own
We are on our own!
In the end,
Nothing else matters!
All your illusions are shattered!
And you grow cold...
Because in the end...
We all die alone...
jlp November 22, 2008-Revised May 11, 2014
Between alive and dead
An instant that you travel alone,
No-one else, with you, can tread
It is a moment of fear,
When all that is becomes clear...
An instant of pain!
An instant of shame!
An instant before you depart this world,
And only a body remains...
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night
In the end who you are doesn't matter,
What you've done is all that does
All your past accomplishments,
Fade as you turn to dust
There is a long, long moment,
Where you relive everything
And all that you've done wrong,
In that moment they all sting
You stare into the abyss!
You are poised atop the brink!
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night...
Because all...that you know...
Is gone...
And even though you can see the faces,
You can talk to no-one
You are judged...
In a moment of pure despair
But you have to face it,
Alone you are aware...
That in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night...
In the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
We all die alone!
In the end,
In the end we are on our own
We are on our own!
In the end,
Nothing else matters!
All your illusions are shattered!
And you grow cold...
Because in the end...
We all die alone...
jlp November 22, 2008-Revised May 11, 2014
Literature
The End
life is fast and death is quick
hearts slow down and minds play tricks
bodies fade and souls lose hope
reaching for the past, hands grope
searching for what can't be grasped
words will weaken into gasps
broken thoughts and shattered dreams
bursting from us at the seams
fear takes hold, time slips away
we grow sicker day by day
the pain won't stop, the hurt stays strong
it's been inside us all along
but will it end when we all die?
and in the ground our carnage lies?
Literature
Echoes
She echoes inside.
Her loneliness leaving her barren and cold,
Her fingertips so bloodied and broken.
She had tried to climb out,
But to no avail.
Her love lay on the earth beside her,
As her tears,
Echoed.
Her eyes are chiseled out stars,
trails of gold carve into green;
wobbly curses splatter the walls
She tries to get out,
She tries to get out.
"Don't leave me," he says
as whispers
Echo.
Trickling water resounds around them,
Its pattering going slower, and slower,
Pounding deep within her.
Her eyes, like chocolate melt with tears,
And as they flow she is immersed in nothingness.
Darkness is her friend,
Her weakness,
Literature
we're all dying in the end.
You better remember these words, I'll only ever say them once
I often wondered why the world seemed so dark even when the sun was showing itself against the bright blues of the sky. Maybe I found myself moving closer to the shadows than to the light. Maybe I just wanted to feel alone instead of alive. Maybe I just loved the dark.
You stopped playing with cookie-cutter hearts and instead made it your mission to put mine back together. Too bad my heart is like a game of Perfection. All the pieces have a specific place they have to go, and if you don't get them all in before time runs out, they fall back out again. You insisted you would figur
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Slightly morbid, I know, but still true. All things end, even us.
The point of life is to LIVE, so that when your time comes, even though you're alone, you have no regrets, and you are remembered. You continue to live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew you, or knew of you.
That's the secret of eternal life you know, to be remembered.
**5-10-2014: "In the End" needed some serious work, I wrote some of it in ways I definitely wouldn't do now, and the ending chorus has never felt right, until now.
Copyright.© The published work is that of the author and no part is to be used, or copied without written permission from me, the author.
The point of life is to LIVE, so that when your time comes, even though you're alone, you have no regrets, and you are remembered. You continue to live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew you, or knew of you.
That's the secret of eternal life you know, to be remembered.
**5-10-2014: "In the End" needed some serious work, I wrote some of it in ways I definitely wouldn't do now, and the ending chorus has never felt right, until now.
Copyright.© The published work is that of the author and no part is to be used, or copied without written permission from me, the author.
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Morbid twist. I like it.