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