The End Of Everything

The Eternal

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I wait in silent slumber
I needed to pretend
That we would find our way
As I face this listlessness

Illuminate these black skies
With our silent storm
Like flowers that bloom through fields
Of ashes burnt with scorn
The end of everything

See what you left behind?
You lost the will with time
Our bed was filled with scent
Now it feels just like a tomb

Illuminate these black skies
With our silent storm
Like flowers that bloom through fields
Of ashes burnt with scorn
The end of everything

Illuminate these black skies
With our silent storm
Like flowers that bloom through fields
Of ashes burnt with scorn
The end of everything

Don't Tell me its the end
Don't Tell me its the end
Don't Tell me its the end
The end of everything