Black leather boots

Leather strapped boots worn, weathered, and wet
Black coal polish worked into the hide.
such a shine.
The whole damn boot shined except for the hole.
Black leather boots with nowhere to go.

Don't need you pointing out my problems ...they're mine!
Don't need reminders i know my crime.
Such a damn dirty reason why we need a remedy.
I've never spent the time in finding a cure for the poisons feed to me.
I assumed it always hurt for a reason.
Let me lay the letters in between the lines.
Damn the lord that gave us this time.

To self examine
I do not know just what to do and I'd appreciate if you'd just let me lose control.
I tried substance
I tried friends and hobbies.
to put it frankly.
Us as humans walk just over a thousand miles in a life, and what will we find?
Some sacred thing to help handle the tragedy?
More like hungry lions licking their lips patiently.
Everyone walks alone.
A thousand miles in a split second of time.

Its probably best to let go.
I wonder when I will.

We all walk along to another place.
Trying to find somewhere that doesn't make me feel as insane.
Did I want this, did I even want to know.
Walk along more to another place.
Trying to find somewhere that doesn't feel the same.

Black leather boots kicking dirt.
Please don't mind the holes, and the treads worn thin.
Same dark days that we hide withing.
Same dirty sin born again.

Black leather boots kicking dirt.
F**k a person whom claims unhurt.