People they don't know me
I don't even know myself…
all I thought… long proved wrong
content with no one else…
self exiled from comfort
accepting scorn at will
never wanting gratitude
past crimes… I'm paying still.
Long past caring loneliness
alone I'm at my best
no new calls from long lost fools
a finger to the rest…
I have tried as much as any man
now tiredness leaves me cold
goodness just an after thought
for the darkness in my soul.
Weakness now adorns me
the hunter now turned prey…
as I await the hunters arrow
maybe…
it will come today?
