Dead Man Walking

Am I there?
Am I not?
Have we not arrived the day before midnight?
But yet I had thought...

Bed of roses
Growing through the thorns
Just like Moses
Who struggled through their groans

The dead man walking
Through these endless tunnels
Though my heart beats in me,
The chasms of darkness

The boisterous slaughter
Of an apple gone bad
It wounds ever after
Though the incision was in precision

The dead man walking
Bursting forth
From six feet under
And no more
Left, right, front and centre
Like an eagle he will soar
Out of the grave
The dead man walking
This ship will no more be a-docking
Sailing in the seas of poison and wine.

The dead man walking...