Walking down a narrow road,
Fresh air with a hint of cold,
Lost my direction miles ago,
I’ve lost it all, or so I’m told,
Although you’re here for me,
Just like you always promised,
To admonish me of my misery,
And later beg my forgiveness.
Oncoming traffic avoiding me,
Pretending that I don’t exist,
Much like everyone else lately.
Gone to you like a cold air kiss,
Sent across the frozen pond,
I hope you eventually fall into.
On that day, when you’re gone,
I’ll try hard to remember you.
The wind blows, I try to hide,
Haven’t seen home in so long,
Maybe I’m too wicked to die,
But I’m always proven wrong.
It whispers to me like a hint,
So this one time I am all ears,
It says something reminiscent,
Of all these miserable years.
Eyes over my shoulder staring,
Waiting for one last mistake,
I can easily feel their glaring,
Keeping tabs on me for days,
Because they are well aware,
I always fuck up a few times,
And I’m way too numb to care,
If this is the last hill I climb.
Trudging on without any light,
Haven’t seen snow in years,
Miss the feel, miss the sight,
Don’t miss digging out of here.
Feeling the edge of the trees,
So I don’t step out of bounds,
Looking for a friend in misery,
Before I’m left to the hounds.
No escape from the cold here,
Lips are too chapped to tremble,
And my eyes are frozen tears.
I am human organs assembled,
Into one giant fucking mess.
I’m hungry, well beyond fear,
I’ve suffered for much less,
But I’m left for dead out here.
Resources are of top priority,
My knapsack is full of dreams,
That have been picked clean,
To match my hollow screams.
Limbs are going numb again,
My blood boils as it sits still,
If this isn’t the way it ends,
I don’t think that it ever will.
Finding myself at every mile,
Retracing my own footsteps,
No one to see this last smile,
No one to witness my death.
I cannot feel, but I am free,
What do I have left to give?
Lungs and wallet both empty,
Oh, such little reason to live.