At the End of Days



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You have found me at the end of days
Where the body craves not lust but empty space
You have found me in a nightly daze
Where the body has learned to trust the old aches and pains

And I do not want to be saved
So take that old look off your face
The view from in here would take
Your breath away, so

You have found me at the end of days
Where gods jostle, with promise in hand for chance at first place
And you have found me one side of too late
Where the body stumbles like lips on a forgotten phrase

And I do not want to be saved
So take that old look off your face
The view from in here would take
Your breath away, so

You have found me where I was misplaced
Where the body craves not lust but touch all the same

But I do not want to be saved
So take that old look off your face
The view from in here would take
Your breath away, so how could I ask you to stay?


© Brendan Bonsack
December 2016