The End Of Days

• Artist: Tagga
• Description: I wrote this when I was sick. I woke up in the middle of the night cold and sick, and I sat down at my desk and wrote the first thing that came into my head. It came together so smoothly to me, and it sounded perfect. I edited it slightly, as it didn't make much sense when I looked at it in the morning.
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• Date: 11/20/2010
• Tags: dreams afterlife deathandmortality loneliness life

Tonight the sky sings warm and mellow,
Radiating the tune of a man long dead.
Breathing the beat with the sounds of footsteps
Marking the places that man has taken in stride.

Today the wind blows loud and heavy,
Whispering words to verses long forgotten.
A flowing vibrato erupts through the air
To prove to the dead it was all but a dream.

Tomorrow the peaks will be cold and isolated,
Screaming the end of the days as it nears.
For no matter how high we climb together
In the end we all will die cold and alone.

"Believe as you please," shouts a dark bass,
"For life is only what you think it should be."
These were the words on the grave of the boy
Who was buried alive on the day he was born.