Two pony tale of a dead child

I let it pass,
blink of stranger,
beat of unspoken lips,
hatred which just died,
across the bed.

I confess to leave it all,
mist on the dark shadows,
imagination of a perfect nation,
a strange smile of the shopkeeper,
two pony tale of a dead child.

I leave my life ahead of me,
to deny my existence,
1 find me strange to my own expectation.

Running along & finding myself,
slipped in hell and thought of bright stars.

Rum is the quest to be best,
it's dark to find the wooden nest,
over the mountain.
We have a life of slow trucks,
i shall, let it pass.

I am a wicked dead man,
just breating one more time,
count it last.

I start.