When The End Comes

The hand stops at midnight

Only to give you your final fright 

The voices are creeping in

So take a minute

The moon and sun are playing a war game

That you can't seem to tame

All it takes is fame

To end it in a frame

You gotta listen!

They're weapin'!

They're trying to get your attention!

You gotta make sure

You're up for the cure

Just to get along

Just to get along

The scarlet windows blaze against your skin

You can't help but to sin

The way they're talking to ya

To wipe the blood against your lips

You're stitching up the pieces

Of a broken heart

What a catastrophic ending of this piece of art

The feeling is genocide to my blood

It's tainted in this evermore ending of a unwanted rut

Trust is dead

But the enemy is the one in red

You gotta listen

They're weapin'

They're trying to get your attention

You just gotta make sure

You're up for the cure

Just to get along

Listen to the last beats of the haunted heart

It's a catastrophic ending to the living art...

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

You just gotta make sure
You're up for the cure
Just to get along
seems lie poet tries to portray the time before permanent sleep, the end of living art, which is mentioned as a cure, great write, loved it

[Mercy]

Thank you! :)(:

[Linda alexander]

You most welcome, my pleasure

[Mind Racer]

Loved the phrase, "living art." Awesome! Loved it!

[Mercy]

Thank you. :)