"The Sky Over The Apocalypse"
The fires of my immortal pain
Let the wickedness seep out of my skin
Whatever your wants and desires may be
Burn my soul, oh so deep and dark
Because I know the wicked will come again
Stare at the red sky that appears like blood
All night I stand and wonder in utter dismay
What was it that was not done so right?
What did I do to deserve all this?
You locked away behind those gates of that world
Its your wonderful wonderland
Welcome to my hell
Its your wonderful wonderland
This is your hell too
© By: Brian Dooley Sunday, December 15, 2002
