How can you lead when
you can't walk?
How can you speak
when you can't talk?
What do you do when your
wasted life amounts to nothing?

The shadows, closer they draw.
I watch them creep along the hall.
I cannot hope to see the sunrise
on the morrow.

My ******* last drop of
blood is spilt and my last
earned dollar lent, just
to fuel your ever burning fire.

How can I hope to keep this
pace? I know I'm dammed to
loose this race, only goaded
on by my desire...