Path of the Dead

Death fills my nostrils
Clouds my thick skin
Floods my dark heart
Awaits me around each bend
Unable or unwilling to let me mend

Void of all life
A wasteland of dread
Hope abandoned at the door
Knowing the end will come slow
Like that long lost line of blow

Time passes the real me
Fleeting and mercurial
Slipping through my grasp
As I soldier through life
Reliving the pain and strife

Some are born evil
Others choose that path
Walking the razors edge
Pushing people to the limit
Just to see what is in it

Having seen and done it all
My fate sealed from birth
Living for the wrong reasons
Pain found and given at each turn
Into the vast darkness to burn