Walking down an endless road
That’s going down and down
Empty pockets, wore out coat
Looking back with eyebrows frown
Wond’ring what went wrong
It was the phantom of my past
That kept me alive for weeks
But I know now, this fire can’t last
Let me go while you still can
Make me hide behind tears
Squeezed out with nothing left
I walk on, afraid of what’s comin’
Knowing that with love comes theft
Theft of emotions, of creativity
For now, I’m nothing but skin
I was the mysterious masked man
That drew a line around your world
The same that doesn’t give a damn
About what you think that is right
I’m walking on this lonesome road
BV. 10-7-07
This is a really cool poem. It has a kinda blues, rock thing going on that I like.
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