This is the End

How Unfortunate.

If that is the road, then were will it lead? 
Will it take to beyond, or might it bleed?
Will the colors of life run out one by one?
As life takes to be fun, one is gone done.

See there's a man at the crossing, just there,
Slowly going by glaring down the 'fare.
Seems that he's less of care, gone away
As the blood runs gray, the sunset of day.

The shattering night brings down a life cold.
Just there, he lays at the crossing, soul sold.
Guess no one has friends here, not the road too.
Its alone, as who lives a life so blue?

And the cold, it gets me too, 
I'm tired, sleeps coming new,
Guess I'm at the crossing, one,
Yes life's won, one is gone done.