The Path

Marching towards salvations end
I take your hands and walk the wrong way
But will we notice that this is not ours
What are you and what am I
A tragic fucking joke?



I was much too young to understand when first told the words.

How they now resonate as the sound turns to silence and brings me with it understanding.

Falling upon remnant embers of a passion I lost.

Of a fire I let die.

Of a love I turned my back on.

But never turned its back on me.

It never left me even when I was dragging myself away to the lions.

To the death.

Embracing the end with the promise of forever.

But I can feel you weighing down on me when the day turns its head.

And last night I held the weight of the world.

As I walk towards the reflection.

And look the fucker in the face.

I recognize the ghost.

Tired and worn yet relentless.

Eyes like a fucking storm.

They hold me by the throat yet blow me the fuck away.

And you come crashing down on me with all your might and all your glory.

I open these eyes and I can see you again.

In a blurred mess of a form yet strong enough to captivate me.

I open this body and I feel you breathe and it fills these lungs.

I open this soul and you illuminate so bright this heavy darkness burns to fiery light.

There is so much work to be done.

And i'll begin in the city of sin.

I'll walk this path.




Enough distractions and insincerities.
No more lying to myself.
Back to the plan.
And it's about fucking time.










I have no regards to give.


K.T.D.