Dead Man WalkingMature

Walk the path of love and loss,

Into the eye of an endless storm,

burning bridges, with more to cross,

echoes of a past forlorn.


To recollect a peacfull time,

before the end of all held dear,

before an uncommited crime,

a fading glow as death draws near.


A demon stands and laughs somewhere,

free to cause more fear and pain,

justice is no longer fair,

a madman lives and I am slain.


The gallows now my final stand,

the preacher begs for my forgivness,

I curse the law, the light, the land,

prepare to plunge to darkness.



The End

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