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
Copyright © Dylan Nash | Year Posted 2011
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