He was riding on the very
edge of sanity and hope,
He was standing on the precipice and couldn't seem to
He was fighting with the demons of a life he used to lead,
He was wounded in his soul, and it would bleed.
With emotions at the
breaking point and tempers running wild,
Though he said he was the victim, he was more like Satan's
He was angry and so empty and confused at how he felt,
And he knew that very soon his life would melt.
For he couldn't
stand the pressure and he couldn't stand the heat,
And though many tried to
help him, he just pushed them all away,
Though he tried to live with reason he just knew that he was
So he struck at those who hurt him and the ones who caused him
And the ones he loved he treated with distain.
Yet if only he had listened, he would not be here today,
But it's done and it is over and he lives within this
And it's here that he will bid his last farewell.
fighting with the demons of a life he used to lead,
And his wounded soul is bleeding, for he planted wild seed,
Now he lies inside this chamber, behind bars that will not
And it's here his life is coming to an end.
They would call him
'dead man walking' as he ate his final meal,
And the judges wouldn't listen as he gave his last
Now his trembling heart is pounding as he's strapped inside
"I'm the victim and it really isn't
For he felt his life
was drowning in much ambiguity,
Now his soul will meet the future, which is called Eternity,
Where he'll fight the many demons of a life he used to
And his wounded soul will suffer, cry and bleed.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul