Broken | Wattys 2016

Life or Death

I've never had a home

A warm place

To rest my bones

Instead I roam 

Death on my  trail 

Taking the lives

Of those I love

How can I do anything

With death following close by

wherever I go

Death is not far behind

I take a path across 

Waters endless and blue

In hopes he will 

Show mercy

And leave me be

I wish to rise up

But what if it's 

The cause of death

I will have to live with 

The blood at my feet

Stained on my hands

Why was I allowed to stand

With death mercilessly reaping 

Everyone now laying at my feet

Is this what it takes to

Rise up

If so how can anyone 

Rise up

And still be innocent

Instead of corrupt

Is this how I'll end up

Another story lost for all time

No time to make amends 

Now as death knocks at my door

I stare down the barrel

Of a gun

It's too late to plea for mercy

Or run

Will he see my sign

Of surrender

In time

Or am I . . .