Deserted world

This life is growing shorter,
And all that mortals do is scream and fight.
Hatred reaches the border,
We are doomed to surrender and die at night.

Lovely as it is,to just stop and breathe,
All others seem to run and flee,
Forgetting what they want and need,
Loosing their passion,they fall and knee.

Yet how could I ever repay faith?
How could I be gratefull for the gift of gods?
Is it me or do the stars shine brighter,
Is it Apollo,or can I trully feel the sun in winter's cold?

P.S.:
Like sugar and spice,
Like sushi with rice,
Like cheese to mice,
I think of you as being more than nice.