Today, it’s death
It morose, it’s a tightly knit web
It’s dingy, it’s you.
It’s stuck, it’s hopeless, it’s too dark to follow
Hooded, hidden, hung stands freedom
When I left the alley I had always known
It was faith that drove me on.
Nothing too simple, you called, I came.
So it was death, today.
Come tomorrow, it would fade
Like an old painted, once made with care but is tarnished by time
Time, what a loop, what a path
Death will long be gone, sharing the train with freedom
What doesn’t go away is the dark, dingy floor
With my cheek pressed to it, a reflection of my eye, in the pool of blood dripping from one side.
What a picture, what splash of colours
It’s death yet again, tomorrow
Face to face, no freedom, no hope