A Path of Infamy
My troubled journey began some 15 days past with the death of a man
Of his crimes I know nothing nor know I his name
But still his demise would blemish my name
And he haunts me still with his vulture eyes, piercing my lies
At my moment of glory and his of defeat
I thought I'd find silence but I was deceived

My trouble journey went on
Crafty deceptions made a hazarfous road
Even I lay traps for my self
As ominous thoughts sowed seeds of discord

In my own mind, or was this one of his tricks
Still he haunts me grasping my shoulder
Tearing at me with his vulture beak

So with teeth, claws and frenzied
I voice my anger, once more and hoping to rid me this pest
Blood red chaos, intent on destruction
I saw the unseen, felt claws pierce my flesh
What is the vague, familiar smell?
The remnants of some dear old hell?
My blood is boiling, as if to tell
A tale of why and where and when
Your wounds are bleeding!
Mine as well
Your limbs are trembling
Losing strength
What have you done?
Which face is yours?
The one upon the pale skinned horse?
Now I remember
Heed my words!
I tell you all
This blood is cursed
I can not fall
Whilst lying down
I've found my spot here on the ground

My troubled journey would end
My back had been broken
My life had been spent
He had gained his revenge from within his own tomb
Made my fragile mind into his dying womb
So he haunts me still with his vulture eyes
Piercing my lies
At my moment of glory and his of defeat
I thought I'd find silence but I was deceived
I tried to shake these demons from my hide
I never sought to live a lie
My train has gone, and I will not be there on time
To be redeemed, but left to die