I lost my way, far away from home.
My shoes I made from the gold I never owned.
Still I walked like the righteous man, alone?
All alone in shoes with no soles.
The bottoms of my feet just blood and bones.
And where have I gone?
To some carnival of shame, where fires burn away every letter of your name.
I look back and all I can see are golden footprints upon the ruination of
every thing that ever
spoke of me.
My diamonds in hand, within a pill bottle they rattle. Marching away towards
nothing that matters.
I shine and I glitter,
all the way to Hell,
where my end will be bitter,
under this spell.
July 26, 2010. © Anthony James , All rights reserved
