Good Turned Ugly And Bad,

how deep is it when you crawled underneath a stone
laying in waiting, hiding and nervous for a tarantula to bite
from waggling and no doubt, the mind of fingers pointing
shunt it over as you do or pass the buck back in time
webs are spinning with added dangerous edges involved
stung again with whatever it is that disturbed a hornets nest
prodding along, feeling and getting touchy ice cold thoughts
seemingly captured in a western, good turned ugly and bad
protection granted but raise the glass in aid of ammunition
caught in the act I suppose and does it really matter anyway
minds provoking with efforts of unknowing nothing is wrong
innocent ruled the blame because your boat sunk again
footprints decided to take leave but left the stamp behind
marking territories with boundaries looking for a key to get in
expectations on your shoulders that never produced a Rose
took note with a friend who knows how to roll down a hill
fighting for life to get back up again, do you need a helping hand
stuck in the back welding up the scars from all those years ago
cried a million hopes, you know it hurts with frozen tears
the passing of not trying keeps returning, the tap drips blood
interfering nose smelt like something in a rotting potato bag
full of disintegrating communication links along the line
counted on a finger or two, maybe that there is a sign
when you don't listen the world will always stay behind
teaching is a lesson that somehow someone has to please
knowing who's who here in this life really is a pull-down
alone in a world, I want to be without all the ferocious around
saddened with the disrespect that shatters our worthy gold
hold your own these days and with the ones you love and touch.