Another Untitled

The end is so near, I can feel his icy breath
on the back of my neck;
The fog in the air is being warmed
by the gloomy sun but in the distance,
there is a ray of light, punishing the graves of the Innocent,
troubled, lost, ambitiousless and demented.
Resistence to the power of Men and Gods alike
are just the dreams of our sacrificed souls;
we should replenish our feelings and stop
our heart from breaking further
and sinking into abyss.