The End

so what's all this?
your head's hung low,
your body's slumped and turned to go,
your message shouts from every move:
what is there left to do or prove?

like ghostly birds
your haunted words
sing out to me from deep inside
and warn and cry that life's a lie
and all that counts is how you die

and so we fell
through time and space
to reach your final resting place
the curtain falls, your eyelids close
this is the end you know you chose