Corruption

Let’s take a look
Down the broken path
The seeping memories
The tasteless lies bleed
Can’t you see?
What you’ve done to me.

Look back
The cracks are spread
A new fissure is created.
You can’t seem to find its core
For all it does is drawing you in to a thought of pain.

Like cracked hands
The old man works till the night falls
For he will not wake the next day
He knows death will swing by
For he knows not to be afraid
Like I do

Step softly my dear
The heart you broke is simply in pieces.
Thin is not the ice but the wire you wish to walk
You have snapped it.
Brace for the fall my dear
Because this is the end

She looks out the window and sees an all new fear.
He is not coming home
Nor looking back
She is left to sit
Let her mind wonder
He could care less

Like cracked hands
The old man works till the night falls
For he will not wake the next day
He knows death will swing by
For he knows not to be afraid
Like I do

A day at a time
He moves quietly
Traveling through a plague only he feels
They walk past him
They can’t see him
They can’t feel him
He wonders the streets
Alone and ignored

For a four lettered word can mean so much
Yet mean so little
Corrupts the mind into a false system.
It can not be trusted
Do not help it
Do not encourage it.

Like cracked hands
The old man works till the night falls
For he will not wake the next day
He knows death will swing by
For he knows not to be afraid
Like I do