Old Man

Skins getting softer
The world is getting colder
Sun beats down harder
Wind blows so much louder
Sweat and fear drip from wrinkled brow
Walking down the street without power
I feel like one day I will eventually get old
Everything I hold will die that day
All that will be left is the shell
Even that little boy won't be here
How many times have you seen me
Eyes full of rage
Holding in my arms the means to destroy
But what happens when all that goes?
What will be my worth?
I won't be able to protect no one
Then and finally then will I be able to see myself?
Will my fear of the mirror finally subside?
Is that the day I look into glossed over eyes,
No emotions left I lived them all out?
My prison sentences will be lifted
And all my hate will have been burned away?
How can I live as an old man?
Young bones carry ancient secrets
I'm already tired so what is my future?
Father time and mother nature
Here they come to get me
Open up the earth and throw me in the pit
Maybe it was for all the times I spilt blood on it?
Take me back in time with the old mans mind
I hate this man I am
The story of my life
Perfection is a fickle bitch
Its chocked me out and I love being passed out
Stick a fork in it I'm done