Burning Bridges

I’m watching the peaceful stars

Their glow has diminished, I think

Things are looking awfully grim

It starts to rain from the clearest of nights

You sorry eyes cut through my heart

Flowers feeding from a river of tears

Go now mom, let me walk this path

I turn my back and for once in my life, I’m alone

Barrels filled with fuel and fire

Seducing all the staring eyes

Becoming a place of gloomy thoughts

A young mothers cry passing by

It’s been fourteen weeks and 4 nights

Since my hands felt loving kindness

Those very hands have now forgotten how to pick

beautiful red roses

The birds sing no song tonight

The only stare at me, as if I was one of them

I ask you now, carrion crow, am I not?

This is no place for dead birds

I think of home as it used to be smells of fruit and

bread

Time has changed, and the bread has moulded

I fear the feast of the flawless

My gun is cold but pounds through flesh

Much like my heart within my chest

The day I left I turned to tide

Now a victim of a vengeful ride

In my dreams I see a madman

The man I’m about to become

Oh sweet home why did I leave all my friends and foes

The piano plays from time to time

I wish it was my mom

My shy smile and clear blue eyes

Judged for the things that I’m not

I’ve begun to see the beauty in dead men

Their lifes live on in my veins

How can it be that I dream no more

Have they left me alone

I sit in my hole which I dug today

Here I leave my waste

For once I’m up I got to see

The beautiful sunrise in rain

I can smell it in the peaceful morning

The smell of burned flesh

It’s normal now, is that odd?

I bet my mom would say yes

Come now and take a walk with me

Just for a couple of miles

And I’ll tell ‘bout my dreams

Which I no longer have

For tomorrow there will be no peace

And now is the time

No alarm I heard tonight is different from the others

Burning bridges to my past

I will mourn for you

I’ve become the madman

The prophet in my dreams