The Days Cometh

The night covers the velvet sky,
The stars consumed by darkness,
I stand upon and wonder why,
Is the end of days Cometh,

But alas the sky as clear as day,
Wondering how it could be wrong,
For its all nothing but heresay,
And Humanity must be strong,

As for myself i look up the sky,
It feels as though i understand clear,
For everytime i wonder why,
I i quell in a statue state of fear,

A heart is just but a single object,
But capable of many great things,
I should never hold things is regret,
But sometimes the poison stings,

A sky so honest as the sky so blue,
Can still shade its honesty to untrue,
But unlike the sky which passes like wind,
I will persevere with nothing more than past sin,

Great is the world above and below,
How can future be so measly and shallow,
But an epiphany i seek is not in nature,
But in a friend i seek close to my heart.