Armageddon

that time of year again  
to look back  
reflect
memories of smiles
now fade to black

for this year
this fucking year
not one to remember
for there is nothing left
  
no child's laugh
no happy dogs  
no joyful songs  
no brothers on hogs
 
just a lonesome soul
sits on a shelf
no feelings of worth  
a hollow self

so I hope this earth  
ends when they say  
for this loneliness
I'm not shore  
will handel

the hallowed day
 
to much pain inside
from which I can't hide
 
the best thing to happen  
 
would be

this worlds demise