dark is the road

stars wink in the desert night

an empty road and glassy eyes

i whisper lyrics of holy rite

as the shadows grow like tides

there is no cackling moon here

and these hymns are dry

my mouth fills with cement

as the desert breathes a sigh

dark is the road to hell

paved with good intentions

painted in coughing, hollow knells

and death’s cruelest inventions.

the road crumbles what i leave behind

and i’m afraid to look back at all

for fear that the land i ride

will look nothing like i recall

dark is the road to hell

paved with blood and vengeance.

the wind comes on a wail

and there is no right direction.

out of the black emerges a shape

and my heart begins to race

its hunched by the roadside like an ape

it turns, and there is no face

dark is the road to hell

or have you been paying attention?

these roads are made of cells

and they hold so many questions.

below its feet i can see the squall

writhing bodies trapped within

these cells are the road i crawl

desperate to feel anything again.

...

dark is the road to hell,

paved with myths and legends.

be careful of what you sell.

you never know who will listen.