The future

What is done can't be changed
now nothing will be the same
once full of life and joy
is nothing but a desolate plain

gray clouds linger
where the sun used to shine
there is nothing left
of this world Divine

such a barren place
has become rotten
but yet the world turns
Alone and forgotten

and i move on
to another day
walking along this deserted path
hopeing to find a way

a way to rid myself
of the monsters in my mind
they that haunt my waking hours
so i can torment them in kind