The Wicked Never Know

The distance I have traveled,

Like the pages of a book.

A thousand fading memories,

From photographs you took.

A smokey sky within my eyes,

The fires that did burn.

Like ash to ash, dusk to dusk,

The cradle to the urn.

To bite the bullet curteously,

And learn to love the taste.

With time enough throughout your life,

To lay it all to waste.

The sharpest knife against your throat,

Is the one that you do hold.

The choice is yours to drag across,

And leave the body cold.

To lay it down, and have a rest,

The wicked never know.

To take a breath, forget regret,

The wicked never know.