The Path I Travel Alone

Walking down the boulevard of broken dreams each mornin'.

It's the path I travel alone.My daily sermon.

I try to escape reality with a mask, a mask of lonesome.

Looking around for a sign, any glimpse of light.

Devils of regret circle me like hawks, the keys of despair are locked, the gun of remembrance is cocked.

I put the bottle to my temple, wandering and hoping for forgiveness. 

The pain cuts deep, yet leaves no scars.

Life rolls on like cars. My heart is nothing but shards.

I fall apart each night like a house of cards.