I am ravaged and aching,
this body quaking
and the mirrors don't lie
and the tears don't die
because I've forgotten
how empty it all feels
when the vultures
are nipping at my heels.
Forgotten and lost
these dreams just cost
way too much
to even touch
with emotions that
resemble anything real
eyes closed
judging all by feel.
A wired frame
and it's all in the name
words made of vinyl
an icy touch to my spine.
The skeleton's watching
a haunted soul.
And his secret is safe
burried deep in it's hole.
A blackened expression
and a new direction
in which limitless boundaries
leave us in a quandry
of where we should
continue being
everything and anything we could.
Ride with me, in confidence
that I and your conscience
get along more than
you and she can.
because I was made
a righteous example
just bones and clay.
