Down the road.

Down the road,

he had waited for me,

with a vertical step, and a

sad story.

Gloves of pain, and tears he

wore, and into the night we'd

become no more.

The need to touch and feel again

a human belief and so we live in

vain. Down the road we bleed

again.

Wrapped in wishes, cigarettes and

dreams, come down this road

and lay with me.

A song in the background

I always hear, to keep you far,

or to have you near,

Nearer to the world we'd once drew,

The world of lust, the world of you.


You are here, but you are gone.

You speak so softly, but your words

sprinkled with thorns.

They leap off of your lips and into

my jagged heart, through to my

sinful soul,

down that same road.


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