I leave a trail of blood behind me as i travel along.
There's no safe sense, No security.
I search for the solution,
A solution to cleanse these blood soaked hands.
To no avail I'm left searching,
High and low, over and under,
In front and behind.
I leave my problems buried under the ashes
Of the cigarettes i smoke.
They'll resurface and chase me.
Just as the sun will rise to chase the moon.
The ghosts haunt and taunt me.
Lurking around every corner,
Mocking,
They're laughing at me.
They watch my every move,
Spit and strike when I'm in the gravel and dirt.
I'm trying to pull myself to my feet.
One pushing up, another hundred pushing down.
I'm still looking for that clarity.
That secure feeling.
If time has shown me anything,
It's that everything is unstable and uncertain.
A broken spirit can sink lower.
There aren't limits.
Only the limits we choose,
and choices are infinite and narrow.
And seldom do we ever put the whole picture into consideration
...The blood will absorb into my skin.
Will never wear and will never fade.
Nothing more than a symbol,
A constant reminder of the lives I've touched,
The lives I've scarred.
A solid state of remorse and guilt.
Can i endure the struggle?
We'll have to continue to watch from the sidelines.
As transparent spectators.
If you fall behind, just follow the ruby river.
Rest assured I'll be at the mouth of it.
Manning the helm of the sullen vessel.
Lets watch the future approach with such a wickedness and
Never peel our eyes away from the unraveling of
A man's life
A man's soul
A man's spirit.
12/08