Passenger

Ever get that sinking felling? The one you can't escape? I'm walking down a lonely road. A passenger of fate. Every day is torcher. A self-sustaining hell. Every moment's a blind approach. There's no one I can tell. But my conscious still retains, Thing's could be much worse. Indecisive actions, perhaps... Or lying in a hearse. Still, my heart is yearning. For whatever could have been. I feel the dagger burrow in. I'm bleeding with this pen. I've said all I can say, Now I'll just be on my way, Down that lonely road again, I'll walk forever, with no end. by Dylan