I am the end of the story
The beginning of the end
The guilt in the morning
That you can’t comprehend
I am the grayest of dawns
After a harrowing night
The punishment for wrongs
That you did not incite
I am the plate forever
empty
The drought of the mind
The head that wavers
heavy
Under the freezing draft
inside
Trade your sorrows in for
sleep
And pray to never wake
To all the demons that
repeat
The routine for Hade’s
sake
Now the relief of God’s
embrace
Is sold for one faint
smile
And when you meet me
face-to-face
There will be nothing but
denial
What
am I?
