these days babe are growing dark
the crows aflight our future stark
and i cant bare to face the pain
within the fall of blackened rain
babe these days are far from through
when i can not tell false from true
palma non sine pulvere
invert the phrase and then ill stay
i dont need your strength these days
loneliness paves all the ways
its been with me from start to end
so i thought it could be my friend
together we're a mighty force
distrust is something i endorse
i wont forgive the wrongs you've done
till clouds withdraw from the obscured sun
babe i know you mean for all the best
but to commit to this i must protest
pain is love and death is life
passion is a double edged knife
these days babe i dont believe in shit
so load it up lets take a hit
cos the air i breathe is killing me
in a fucked up life i refuse to be

I suppose in the "of age" audience it would be fine the way it is. It's got that melancholy emotion to it that I like. It wouldn't be hard to alter the end for a more user friendly version if one would chose that. I'd just change "shit" to "it" and leave "fucked up" out of the other line. It's not really a big deal, but just thoughts the old bat had.
Another one I liked that you've done. I could hear some quieter Opeth-like music going on.
I think your writing is getting better and better.

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honestly, I couldn't even finish reading it. The rhymed seemed force, the lines were cliche', just not a very good job overall.

one line did stick out though "passion is a double edged knife".