Hooked on his neck,
He carries his Past.
Cracked glass of Bottle,
Peirced through this Sack.
Back borne with cuts and scars,
Concious drained of Life.
An emotionless being,
Weight on his shoulders - Unforgiving
He looks in the mirror,
He can't see his face.
He does not exist,
Disqualified in the race.
In his heart,
he digs a hole
Searching for Reason,
Finding home.
He hangs on a thread,
He should be dead.
20 years ago,
he just turned 10.
A birthday party,
Celebrating with friends.
They dreamed of Space,
They dreamed of Adventure,
They dreamed of the Future,
They dreamed of the Race...
Everything to live for,
The World at his feet.
His smile would melt your heart,
Innocence as silk sheet...
...it all turned Gray,
the day he crossed the line.
He treaded on thin Ice,
A wrong choice was made.
To this day,
The opiates stay,
They took his soul,
And churned it away.
Unforgiving
They will NEVER let go
Unforgiving
His concious on death row...