Dead Man Walking

I am a dead man walking

If you look, my torn clothes are hanging off of me, like past regrets

My mother cant recognize me under the stench of pain and loss, like rot in my ribcage

My partner says I walk with a limp from the weight of living, and he cant catch my holster from slipping off my bones

My lover says she can taste the sulfur and ash I exhale in the air when I walk by

My horse knows the noise my spurs make, and my hound thinks my steps sound like fatigue

I think my eyes glow in the night , like dead suns

All men are destined to die some day, this is the God honest truth

But some men are destined to die and walk this earth without rest

never buried