In The End

The walls are closin' in
Not seen by human eyes
Like slaves to a god
Begging for our lives.

We cannot get along
Feeling so out of tune,
Looking up at ourselves
From within our tomb.

Like slipping into death
Going slowly by unseen,
Taking with it hope
And darkening the dream.

The infinite circle
So little has changed,
Trickling down through cracks
Nothing maintained.

And still I just wait
Wrath yet to strike,
Staring at the heavens
Becoming myself the night.

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By S.M. Scott