from behind the tear stained glass
i rest my head against the wall
staring through the crowd of people
marching for the rememberence day parade.

it's shifting body moves through the fog
the neverending train of faces
that never spared a thought
for those who would rather forget.

with a drink in his hands
and memories engraved in his eyes
you know they scar a little more
with every passing day

the skin removed
barrier cut down
my life flows free
the blood
following my palms threads
it spells words
forming symbols
the blood
it knows me
its liquid form
caressing my hand

The broken clock
That rests on the wall
Has ticked forever
And always will

It knows not the time
But it knows it's duty.
It carries on regardless,
The message was lost.

He walked out of nowhere towards nowhere,
His fate not one he can share.
Across the desert he heads west
The last of the Gunslingers, the best
Over the mountains the Dark Tower

Hell, tomorrow I’ll be fine,
Nothing else on my mind
Standing just to keep me off the floor
Walking Spanish down the hall
haha
Broken down but still struggling on