He Walks...
He walks...Down the dirt trodden path
It stretches on and on, winding, curving like a snake...
His feet shuffled loudly against the searing dirt
The dirt seemed to scream at him in utter agony
As the sun beat down on it
Sweat dripped from his somber, distant face as his eyes stared up
Up at the blue sky in front, above, and behind him
It watched him... intently
On his back... Is a weight... something which he is forced to carry
Its heavy, and cold... like ice... cold cold ice...
The dry tendrils of hair stuck from what was on his back
The hair was dirty, dry, useless as it whipped in the wind
The thought of what was on his back caused his heart to pain and his stomach to turn
For what was a simple mistake he made
Something had ended in this painful world of ours
He carried this thing on his back to remind himself
Of what the mistake was
And to make sure it never happened again
And so as he carried the ice cold figure
With the sun beating down on him
Walking the endless, searing dirt path
The blue sky watching everything he does
He walks...
And... he falls
Landing on his stomach
The dirt burned him...
He had lost hope
He didn't want to continue
He closed his eyes tightly and fought back tears
The thought of the figure... forced him to get up and continue
He walked slowly now... following the endless path
On and on...
He walks.
It stretches on and on, winding, curving like a snake...
His feet shuffled loudly against the searing dirt
The dirt seemed to scream at him in utter agony
As the sun beat down on it
Sweat dripped from his somber, distant face as his eyes stared up
Up at the blue sky in front, above, and behind him
It watched him... intently
On his back... Is a weight... something which he is forced to carry
Its heavy, and cold... like ice... cold cold ice...
The dry tendrils of hair stuck from what was on his back
The hair was dirty, dry, useless as it whipped in the wind
The thought of what was on his back caused his heart to pain and his stomach to turn
For what was a simple mistake he made
Something had ended in this painful world of ours
He carried this thing on his back to remind himself
Of what the mistake was
And to make sure it never happened again
And so as he carried the ice cold figure
With the sun beating down on him
Walking the endless, searing dirt path
The blue sky watching everything he does
He walks...
And... he falls
Landing on his stomach
The dirt burned him...
He had lost hope
He didn't want to continue
He closed his eyes tightly and fought back tears
The thought of the figure... forced him to get up and continue
He walked slowly now... following the endless path
On and on...
He walks.
