I Deserve To Be
Startled by the sight of snail tracks weeping down your skin
The path of misery died and dried up cracked upon your chin
Slow motion the eyes tumbled through a blue hypnotic state
The grin the evil grin that smiled through you towards your fate
Shackled is the pain that's forever locked up inside your spirit
Hollow is the echo of the drum, here they come, but you fear it
Hope is just a tiny measurement in the distance of your belief
The darkness you so often treasure because it helps hide all of your grief
Is anybody out there, anyone, echoes through the valley of death
Suddenly there's no more whispering as you kiss me with your last breath...
bmdavey@10/2024
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