Last Journey
One lock
Two lock
Three lock
Four
My hair falling forward
As my closed eyes fail
To keep up with my descent
Into an unknown
That I don't know
I'll remember
When life rears its head
And the next day passes judgment
I am no longer a man of justice
And the morning comes for me
With a vengeance
I am an immoral loss
To the darkness all consuming
Of lights too weak to stand
Against the tide of unceasing wrath
No life can be without
I brush back the hair in my eyes
And again
I foolishly believe
No comments:
Post a Comment