Lifes a B****

seventh heaven
no more dreams
one more day
no more screams
the reaper observes
your waking hours
his breath is cold
yours is sour
you seek help
your voice is gone
love faded fast
leaving you alone
your mountain crumbled
beneath rain filled clouds
three lonely mourners
grasp the funeral shroud
death has arrived
no questions asked
lost in the season
no Halloween mask
you crawled into bed
clutching your pride
she ridiculed your love
convincing your heart to hide
wandering the darkness
lost in the fog
with a rusted hook
no strength to jog
you stopped the dance
in front of a car
fell to your knees
you have gone to far
there is no room for mercy
no room for prayer
no chance for forgiveness
life isn’t fair
it’s just a bitch