The silver sheen

Glitters off candle light

Red ribbons like highways

Falling down in freeflght

The red glowing ember

I see its warm caress

The acrid smoke fills the air

Gently blackens against the flesh

Nothing comforts

Nothing seems to save

Look across the road

Tombs and graves

My mind in torment

Look towards relief

I somehow found solice

Within my own grief

No one truely uunderstands

No one truely cares

Yet somehow I survive

In my tunnel of dispair

My long lost highway

These scars are my map

Tracing along the routes

The roads of my shatterred past

Shattered glass

The mirror lies broken

The man that was in the mirror

His voice now stolen

This heart now black

Has turned to stone

Their’s a knock at the door

Yet no one is home

This spirit once strong

Is now weak and torn

It lies broken and bloodied

From a lifetime scorned

Trust is a four letter word

That spells out lies

Pain is another word

That spells out cries

10,000 shimmering tears

Have tracked down these cheeks

Why I ask were they shed

In the end they offered no relief

I’m dead inside

My body just don’t know it

I closed off the world

Long, long ago I just quit

From the moment of conception

My life was cursed

I can’t wait for the day

When I ride in that shiny black hearse

Till that day arrives

Which I pray every night

I sit and I stare

through glossy blank eyes

That silver sheen

It is my true friend

It judges me not

As metal breaks skin

New highways constructed

It’s my road to nowhere

Pain, grief, misery

Shame, agony, I no longer care