Lock And Pin Poem by Vision Ghost

The dusty trail of bullets
My heart was a weapon ‘til I lost my muskets
Own grave but no strength to dig the demise
Guess I’ll let the wind blow sand in my eyes

I‘d have ascended
But someone else played my golden harp ended
Guess I never was one for the straight and narrow
Could I please borrow a piece of your tomorrow?

I saw another nirvana
But it was the broken words of my own father
Mother; her hands have gone from around me

Gravity of sin
I carry it within
Gravity of sin
In the lock and pin

So many bleeding
Could this be the cause of the weapons firing?
They dream now in the ever silence of darkness
Some sort of reality if not only just life’s recess

They were screaming
Too many voices talking to me at once confusing
Into a chorus of virtue for all my guilt is now lost
Doesn’t make a difference when I accept the cost

Turn the gun around
And to look into the hole so dark inside abound
Is this glimpse of the afterlife I see before me?

Gravity of sin
I carry it within
Gravity of sin
Released the pin