DEAD man WALKING

I am a dead man walking among the living, existing
without hope of her forgiving. There was to much
trust lost, now forsaken at great cost. I walk around
with a blank look on my face, wishing I could just
disappear without a trace.

My sky is full of gray clouds of rain, falling like the
tears of my pain. I yearn for the sunlight, there's
nothing to keep me warm or hold me tight. I'm
a dead man walking, I speak to deaf ears when I'm
talking.

The sands of the hour glass are not in my favorable
time, for the act of deception was my crime. I hear
each falling grain, to me its unbearable pain. The
thorns of the black rose cut me deep into the fleshy
skin, over the lust within.