The Quick and The Dead

Running away from all of my fears

A remnat of my old self remains

Burning a whole stright through my soul

Blood pours out and I fall about

Trying to hold myself up right

Walking the destined determined path

The quick walk by as nothing is the matter

And the dead stare back in order to obtain power

Lost to the grasps of time

I will forever be in my own eternity

Made from memories and late night kisses

Feelings of being weighed down return

Covered in hope and dressed in joy

Sometimes the good things don't turn out that way

Carved from stone my heart is just so old

Living lifetimes not meant to be seen

Being the good shepard is not all it's made to be

Sweat drips down and it looks of blood

Smelling of ash and tasting of death

The victim is the one that can't get up again

But I am up and I am here to stay

By the side of faith forever

My demise and blessing in disguise