Digging Deep One More Hole

I never meant to be so heartless, yet sentiment can't help explain.
It seems a means to an end regardless, if there is proof to fault or blame.
Another night is spent in darkness, judgement and level head is regained.
Day break is civilized, Dawn is harmless. Now that I'm civil once again.

As I dig in the dark near the car I have parked, so the headlights can shine-
Cause without them I'm blind. Hours ago I awoke to a timeline that broke.
Look passed mirrors through smoke. Tricks were played on my mind.

It's true when they say that time flies, but the part about fun is all lies.
Digging deep, one more hole. Adds to the secrets I keep,
Digging deep, one more hole.The cost for wrath and lost control.
Just a slip of the heart parts the whip from the pole. I don't sleep.
Digging deep, one more hole.

Once the truck lock clicks open, I'm desperately hoping, the smell doesn't drift-
And he is not too hard to lift. From all around, gold eyes watch as they plan a surprise.
In the back of my mind, sneaking up from behind.

The desert sun sets to regret, yet the man I just met is still a threat.
Digging deep, one more hole. As the scavengers creep. Digging deep, one more hole.
You prey, you pay. It's a predators role. Faith never leaps beyond bounds of control=
When stakes are steep. Digging deep, one more hole.

Can't deny that they'll lie in the graves I have paved.
Lines got crossed, time was lost when Mr. Stray met misbehaved.
Must admit, truth for some become the words left unsaid.
When the bold are betrayed and the brave get misled.
Bared the burden for beauty both beckoning blame.
Found the fallow ground wicked once shallow things came.
For the girl forced to question what this man's world would bring?
Prayers aren't heard, this I learned before bed on her knees.
One belief shared by sinners deception does serve.
Knows that Hell hath no fury, but some got some nerve.
Sacred surge remains, retains rage on the verge.
Reeking havoc to merge, with the ruthless and wretched I have known.
No longer to linger, no longer to roam. No ring on their finger to pawn to get home-
For the wretched will learn, that the tables can turn, once they are finally with me=
All Alone.

If I should wake and not have died, the roads I'd take and blindly drive.
The secrets kept that hide in depth collide with quickened pace landscapes provide.
In shifts that sift, then swiftly lifts, the dreaded path dust devils swept.
Directions sets adrift, each curse and gift, darkness binds.
Intent on covering up what's left so well that no one ever finds.
Collect the scraps and paste the bits on lines that list the names crossed out.
No doubt about the route no shout will ever out since silence sends them packing.
No one is tracking me. Then fleets, each beat my heart's torn passed, mindlessly fast.
Floor boards and pockets, key chains and lockets.
Pictures of kids and wives filter through daily lives, I've changed forever.
Then I remember, thinking whatever, it takes to survive subsides.
I could swear that I was just along for the ride.              

As I rest out of breath, can't help question or guess if there is more of this mess-
Left in store to address. Every twisted road turned, every bridge built was burned.
And the lesson well learned, was the last for the lost.

Split in sides, stuck in overdrive- Life evades what death can't deprive.
Digging deep, one more hole. Little Bo Peep lost more than her sheep.
Digging deep, one more hole. Who's to say she wasn't a wolf.
May have gobbled them whole, in Peep's clothing I stole.
I count Creeps like they are sheep with no souls.
Lifting sand from a heap. Digging deep, one more hole.