HELL-BENT AVENUE

© 2020 JASON RECTOR PUBLISHING LLC

 

​

Trying to find, that greater place,

Where tangled minds, find their shape.

…Where hidden souls go, to find their face.

 

Tell me when, the time will come,

When life makes sense and I’ll become,

Satisfied, with all that I’ve done.

​

It seems to me, that destiny,

Might just be, my enemy,

Tearing me apart,

Not knowing where to start.

 

I only know, that time won’t slow,

I’ll design my fate and hope a legacy grows.

Simplified, by what I know,

Satisfied, even though…

​

I keep painting dark skies,

With the canvas of my life.

But staying true, might get me through,

These crossroads, on Hell-Bent Avenue.

​

Behind closed eyes, there could be a door,

That might show me what, I’m really looking for.

Cuz I can’t see, what’s inside of me, anymore.

 

I can hear it scream, from within my soul,

A resting place, now I can’t control.

A thirst of worth and paying back my toll.

​

Maybe I could see, my destiny,

Was only trying to free me,

From tearing myself apart,

Making this were I start.

 

Now I know that time will show,

That by design my fate, holds a legacy rose.

Fortified, by roots I’ve grown.

Versified, even though…

​

I keep painting dark skies,

With the canvas of my life.

But staying true, will get me through,

These crossroads, on Hell-Bent Avenue.

​

It’s a long hard road, so far to go,

With deceit at every bend.

Gotta keep looking straight, follow my fate,

I’ll be there soon, my friend.

​

I’ll be painting sunrise skies,

With the canvas of my life.

Staying true, will get me through,

These crossroads, on Hell-Bent Avenue.

__________________________________

Staying true, will get me through,

These crossroads, on Hell-Bent Avenue.

 

​