| Bite the bullet, accept your fate, swallow the medicine hard. Keep count of the dealers cards. Once loved, now hated, once alive, now faded, left to the buzzards and crows, maggots, worms, demons and people to finally discover the rotten flesh covered bones. Walking behind the curtain, find out nothing was ever certain, until you take the leap, you'll never get nothing more from the truth, than a peek. Jump on the grenade, ride it out, inside the abyss the mind shouts. Only one thing left to think of now, all the skeletons marching from your closest in a careless parade. Cauterize the wounds from your mental war, as you glance over the scars you begin to remember much more. Now old, decrepit, a rusting blade in the mud beneath the seems of grass upon the battle field, you hit the floor, gasping for breath, but all you reach out to find is, the face of death. |
