This Is The End Poem by Chris Todd, Jr.

Walking down the road called life,
a fork in the road, the wrong path chosen,
condemned to die, enter the mind of the criminally insane.
Into my eyes you'll glance, only to find the darkness inside,
no light escapes this place. Into this abyss I sink,
no more can you save me. Trying, but dying, it's the only way.
A life left to wonder what could have been but never was.
Alone in my mind, but not by myself, why can't life go on?
Never wanting, never feeling, I stand alone,
by myself I'll face this death. No prayers can save me now,
trapped in this life I chose to live. The past haunts me at every turn along the way, always reminding me of the evil I am.
A life once great now turned to hell, head hung low for
the deeds I've done. Torn into pieces from this hell I feel,
left for dead by the people I meet, end it all, one bullet, one fault. Walking down the street, greeting people that I meet,
glaring eyes see through this shroud of deceit.
Unforgiving, uncondeming, everlasting,
only you can't see me for who I am; the monster I am.
Now the bill comes do, living in this hell, no one knows but me,
not even the victims of my hate. A pain worse off then if known, bursting from the seams, I dare tell no one.
Living in this lie, killing off the mind,
destroying a once bright vibrant future. I
nside the battle raging on, outside the peaceful serenity carries on, inside my eyes you'll see the hate, consuming,
I can't control it. The cannons are shouting the generals are marching,
I can't escape; they're coming for me, if only in my mind.
Why can't it be true, to end this life, hating reigns supreme,
no love for another. Distraught, end it all, the pain,
the suffering, the misery. Can't see straight, reality blurred,
visions, incomprehensible. This life isn't worth it, living my lie,
living in my own personal hell. The sun rises high for you,
for me all I know is a setting sun. The darkness encompasses me,
all alone, by myself, scared, fearful not knowing if my
secrets still kept. Paranoia's set in, can't remember what's
real and what’s not. I see the raven watching,
I hear the tell tale heart beating,
but it’s only in my mind.