Down the Track - Walt Wilkins

A dark way lies upon me still I don't know the reason why I cannot see the sense niether an end I can apply The body travels restless through this never-ending

My sins will be gone nefariously in dawn Suffering matyrdom as my own reward Prospects forever beeing tongue-tied The last wishes won't be denied My legend brea

The depravity of my soul Is going on to decide on my mind I cannot stand the temptation to kill Carving up a human throat Stunning horror at my cold-bloodedness

My great creation Sustained a loss The forlorn attitude As last effort The dusk embraces me No time for fear A grieving serenade Of fading grace My gone intenti

The gentle breath of pain pleading Is stimulating my conflicted heart With sensual eyes vexed to uproot The prurient wishes of an inner lust Carnal desire close

Distinguish harm from moral motivation Restrain the haughty faults in humanized ease Pretend to be of mental integrity A solid limit for infatuation As demanded

Sudden violation of elderly beliefs For spiritless retention besides diurnal griefs A solemn condemnation beneath the utter feasts Despite endeavoured attitude