Dying Breed

These words that you read, are thrown from my soul.
These words that I need, so I don't lose control.

How many more loads, until they break my back?
These feelings explode, can't tell whats fake or fact.

Now shall we proceed, to be a dying breed?
All of these warnings, that we do not take heed.

Deliberation is not of your concern.
Wrong destination, you have missed your turn.

I see the demons, have overthrown the throne.
The fallen angels, with nowhere to call home.

Is there no heaven? Is there no hell?
Where I have headed, it seems in both I've dwelled.

Look into my eyes, can't you tell?
They may seem empty, but it's just a cell.

What they have withheld, I wish I could share.
circumstances I have befell, I fear you would not care.

Now shall I proceed, to be a dying breed?
All of these warnings, that I do not take heed.