The grey blends in blue, and covers the sun
till up in the sky I see none
upon the empty road I walk
the onyx ravens seem to talk...
crooked fingers point at me
like signboards for me to see
upon the empty road I run
I see future friends at every glance...
rustle the leaves as I please
and they poke me like a tease
upon the empty road I prance
the fallen twigs seem to dance...
dilly dally, I've time to free
maybe in this dream, I'll find glee
upon the empty road I trail
my life now is for sale...
send me away to another place
perchance I find sorrow, I'll live in grace
upon the empty road I amble
my legs begin to tremble...
the saying goes: life flashes past
but instead I see my sins flying fast
Because
upon the empty road I walk...
the reaper's scythe I stalk
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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