The Wanderings of My Mind

The End

It Didn't Have to End This Way

To lose it all to a trusted friend

To watch your home come to an end

Sanity slipping, but feeling no pain

Hope killed, buried and slain

But still she walks this lonely earth

The place she loved, the place of birth

The lives she kept, the lives of love

Lives dead from a little shove

Of the sun, the source of life

Now the cause of death and strife

As hell's gates opened and released

The monsters on life and love to feast

But still she walks, holding false hope

Holding the facade to avoid the rope

As she wanders alone forever more

Waiting to be able to enter, death's welcoming door.