The End--Not Mine

He smiles and changes the subject
bright white to pitch dark
this is a subject I didn't bring
I didn't spark this fire in him
Why does he want to jump at me?
Why does this have to begin?
The End Begins

We tried to fix our little quarrells
We tried to not bite back with our morals
What I did wrong
His burden to bare
When he went awry
I was aware
Why does this have to begin?
The End Begins

We tried to kiss and make it up
But in the end we had tough luck
The End was finnaly here to stay
And yet my end will come another day
When I am ready
When I have lived
When I am able to pray

To what--don't ask
I really dont know.
In the act of prayer
I do not flow.

But when my end is near,
I'll let you know.