End

Jack dePoortere

The brick wall
He smashes his head against
Yelling to himself
For normality

The fork in the road where
He must choose his new beginning
Fogged by disillusions
Screaming in his ears
This is the end

The road stops here
Your progress is halted
Relapse to your failures
Turn back

The firing squad awaits
Down the old path he once laid
He will face his own corruption
And stare down his sin

This is his grand finale
His last hoo-ra
He can see no progress
Through the haze of failure ahead

Heaving his final breath
The life leaves his lips
And his eyes glaze in relief
He has found the end
Beneath the shadows if his early grave