Hollow Note

Why go on? Its all for nothing. A pointless battle that we lose at the end no matter what. Death...ah...its here in our paths. Constant and unwavering. So why do we go on then? When we simply face toil and pain all in a grand effort to be remembered. But all that is wasted because once we are in our hollow graves...hollow and pale. A mere shell of what we once were. Fame will mean nothing then. Its too much...ah much too much. And I am much too tired to go on. And cant see you see? Every breath you take...its another beat of life’s hour glass. And cant you see that it takes away all of your strength. Well its taken all of mine. I feel so life less...so hollow....and hopeless. A lost child on a bitter winter midnight , laying upon an icy black street. With big worn eyes that do not belong to a mere youth. Ah but you forget my soul is old...so very old...and my eyes are so very opened. Broken and left behind. the world is much too busy to care. Except of course...for the foul things. Can’t you see how I am utterly covered in darkness? You go on...with your merry smile and happy dreams? I am much too tired...worn...to smile...and my dreams are but mere ashes all dead. All murdered the by the worlds hypocrazy and humanity. Why go on?...well I shall not stick around to figure that riddle out. Indeed I shall not. So I surrendered world. Now! Sing me now world....sing me a song of doom. Sing me now world a song of dread. Sing for me oh world of mine...sing me a song of cold fear that bites the chest. Sing me now sing me a song of Armageddon. Drum…. Drum. Drum… Beats the theme of Armageddon