ballad

i ride a guilty soul,
a horse with no saddle,
bred on betrayal and deceit,
heavy enough to stroll on bowed heads,
wet eyes afraid to blink,
tears,
cold and icy,
for friends i have let down,
and promises i can never keep,
disappointment,
a rose with no petals,
a bee with no sting,
nothing but an ego too big to turn,
leader to a dark future,
knowingly yet i walk into,
choices made in sane and insane mind,
never a confusion but yet could be,
a laden soul trespassing unconcerned streets,
can't lift a head,
scared of the mysterious,
strange-smiling faces,
taking every step with a wish,
for the ground to open up,
suck in,
and bury whole,
to hear screams drown at the gushing earth,
and wicked bones pinned by the raging ground,
erasing each and every print ever made,
gravestone blasted away,
the fierce wind,
no trail,
no memories,
no archives,
a case shut,
for a man that never was..