Shackles
Guilty as charged
But I have committed no crime
Pleaded, innocent is what I did
I've run completely out of time
Seems as if my time has come
No paper or pen
To write my goodbyes
For I have tried
so so many times
Trapped in shackles
Rough against my smooth sensitive skin
Rusty, dusty and brittle
Can't even win
Digging into my skin
Leaving dirty cuts into my flesh
Crimson red, trickling down my arms
Such a massive disgusting mess
Left myself for dead
Rotten, fly blown heap in the corner
Lifeless and still
Cold to the touch, not getting any warmer
Engraved into my tombstone
"Died a loner, a stranger"
Not going to get any older
Now just a pile of bones
Reminiscent of ancient Egyptian tombs
A relic of time, distant memories
For I am doomed
To lay six feet down
Deep beneath under the ground
Rotting away, every single day
Asleep, like all the others
Left behind and forgotten
Rotten and still forever alone
Left to wander
Down a long everlasting road
Destination unknown
The "heavens" beginning to open up
Beginning to cry their sweet salty tears
But not for me, why would they?
I'm all out of luck...
A hitchhiker with no ride to hitch
Just going to lay alone in this ditch
Another reminder of my grave
Life's such a god damn bitch
Memories now just a foggy grey haze
Coming to terms with what has come
No place to call home
Farewell...
The good old days...
