Tears slip, fears drip, amidst the chaos our minds rip.

Sorrow's grow as time shall flow, a never ending trench ever deaper we know.

Kinds inept, stories are kept as are the failings of contempt.

As the heart breaks, misery bakes, the world a serving of mournful quakes.

Sleep now in the darkness... Sleep forever in the pits of despair.

Our world is in permanent disrepair.

Lakes of tears, our world mad with fears.

The blacked out sky grows, the bloody red sand flows, nothing is all that anything knows.

Wither away, our spirits sway, nothing is okay.

This is the hour of disaster, in the hourglass of death. Within the life of ending.

A sympathy of sorrow's, no more tomorrow's, all for nought, nothing more follows.

Twisted dreams, lead on to become screams, living in a world of schemes.

Cry, you try to fly, but then you die.

The last grain falls, you're spirit stalls, here comes the last few tolls.

The hour Glass of death, calls for your last breath.

And so with that you greet your final rest.