He walks with knowledge and runs nowhere.
He makes plans and he keeps them.
He smiles when he sees her and only then.
He reluctantly allowed her to take his hand and lead him to places of wonder.
He takes vacations to exotic places but always returns.
He holds her hand like he holds a gun.
He has work-worn fingers.
He is tired of pulling a trigger, but it's all he knows.
He sees ghosts in the corners of his eyes, but never quite catches them.
He recalls the blood and sea salt on his hands.
He remembers hundreds of last words and will hear hundreds more.
He sees countless horrors but has learned to sleep without dreams.
He drinks because it's easy.
He has a past that you will never know.
He is more than tired bones and trigger fingers.
He walks with knowledge and runs nowhere.
He steps past death on a daily basis, but it doesn't touch him.
It must know the one thing he doesn't.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
He walks with knowledge and runs nowhere.
He makes plans and he keeps them.
He smiles when he sees her and only then.
He reluctantly allowed her to take his hand and lead him to places of wonder.
He takes vacations to exotic places but always returns.
He holds her hand like he holds a gun.
He has work-worn fingers.
He is tired of pulling a trigger, but it's all he knows.
He sees ghosts in the corners of his eyes, but never quite catches them.
He recalls the blood and sea salt on his hands.
He remembers hundreds of last words and will hear hundreds more.
He sees countless horrors but has learned to sleep without dreams.
He drinks because it's easy.
He has a past that you will never know.
He is more than tired bones and trigger fingers.
He walks with knowledge and runs nowhere.
He steps past death on a daily basis, but it doesn't touch him.
It must know the one thing he doesn't.
