Launchorasince 2014
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Better Days

I often think of the end in more ways than one

Like a looming darkness beneath the setting sun

It is not that I hate this twilight that is my life

I've just come to terms that there's nothing here but strife

I wake up to the sounds of the gate closing

All of it leading to an unhappy ending


My nightmare is the existence of my reality

Where I have nothing but death and apathy

Every second and every minute, I wait and wait

For something to come and change my fate

All I want is one more chance at redemption

Before the time comes for death and destruction


And so I struggle and walk in this wasteland

All the while thinking I should die underneath the sand

So when they come for me I don't think I'll resist

For I would rather go into the empty and forsaken mist

And as I slowly fade away into the distant horizon

I grasp the idea that I am forever gone