Dreams come back
haunting the winter
of my sleep
I am losing interest in
all that I keep
There's no better ride
as I glide into oblivion
My tapestry is complete
Let it cover the eyes of those forsaken and the weak .
I am a one man marching band
as the crowds line the streets
Who ? They look at each other in disbelief
I was once a nobody's need
The phone rang out only in greed
The vultures of despair
sit on a fence asking what , when and where .
Til all of my darkness goes
not even I know
The snow covers
the earthen wombs
dedicated shelters
full of empty tombs
waitinjg to be served