Killers of the Soul
Bewildered, stunted now, staring half aghast
Hot on the demon’s trail, alone in his own past.
Ain’t got no regrets, he don’t, struck down on the road again,
Easy to meet a man when you’re nearer to the end.
Who could be so blind? In a brothel’s bed he stays
Why can she not see the things before her gaze?
In defiance here, a town of neither wrong nor right
All is empty now, frozen in the blight.
