Sleep and content  with nothing to hold'

I bare all that was new on my flesh and held a bronze crucifix to all which was old.

I failed to wake when the fire broke out but I woke when I felt the chill in your breath.

I laid alone with your ******* in my chest and I walked in dreams with that same burden.

I failed you more times then one but I've fail myself more than enough to know I was bound for nothing but a far and lonesome walk.

Bare feet with jilted emotions. Sleep and content, I walk with no destination in sight.

Too far gone and far bound.