He walks , He runs

He walks in meadows dark And runs in fields of graves He walks upon a beating heart And runs in bloody waves He walks along the saddest shore And runs a barren bank He walks a man you can’t ignore And runs a man you thank He walks in dreams ever black And runs from loving light He walks along a moonlit crack And runs into the night He walks alone amongst the bones And runs from flesh and soul He walks a dead man as he moans And runs to death so cold He walks beneath the clouds of hate And runs in rains of pain He walks now wet and cannot wait And runs till none remain