rhyme rocks rhythm,
as rock is to roll.
anytime i find reason,
i un cage my heart,
for a heart felt stroll.

climbing out of the sands,
i tripped again,
 suddenly i lost control,
i feel my mind is uneven,
as the chimes begin to toll.

with one leg caught,
and the other leg free,
tripping through the sands,
falling again my life,
is back in control..

partners in crime,
soul mates with bad intentions,
who would have ever known.
today that you have lost reason,
as the ferry man gains control.

If six feet under,
is where you wish too be,
because your mind has lost control.
make sure you prays are said,
the heavens are already sold.

tripping though the sands,
the quick sands stole your soul.
now its time for the final seasons,
as you leave the ferry mans boat.

i wish you the best,
as we part our ways.
i even returned your soul,
tripping through the sands,
i found a reason again,
 to make me once again whole..
Inkmaster