Death
Walking through the darkness back against the wall.
With a will that can not be kill I am in it for the long haul.
Refuse to fall even though my legs are gone.
Heart dead cold the new and in improve spawn.
I am just living my life by this sword.
Now I am walking this path hoping that my soul will be restored.
No matter what death is with us all.
But before I am going to break through this wall.
Because I am the chosen knight.
Copyright © Dion Bess | Year Posted 2011
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