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Nov 2013
I'm a tortured man,
seen demons and devils.
I'm a forgotten man,
ain't no room for me in heaven.

I can barely stand,
but I stand to prove I'm strong.
I drift in with the wind,
like a legend or a lone song.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

I travel the uncharted path,
dragging my skeletons along.
My skin is cracked, I can't turn back,
the road is where I belong.

I come 'cross towns once in awhile,
the people stare at my scars.
They don't know who I really am,
or that I've traveled far.

But there was this town I stopped in,
to get a drink of water.
The bartender, she gave me a glance,
I said, "honey, don't even bother."

She waltzed over, like a princess,
and asked me my name.
I smiled and let her inside,
like an animal, I was tamed.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

My demons were dead and I was free,
she released me from my chains.
But inside my heart, I can't help but feel,
an everlasting pain.

Years go by and I grow old,
but our love never ages.
We settled down in a small town,
far from hate and sin.

But in the night, I wake in pain,
skeletons surround our bed.
I see the demons in the night,
but I know they're in my head.

I think of her and of our love,
but nothing can make me forget.
I'm a sinner, a tortured man,
a man with nothing left.

I have never seen a love quite as strong.
But I haven't been alive that long.

And so I walk,
the lonely road,
all alone,
a tortured soul.

And I think,
of the night,
when I killed,
the love of my life.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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