WILLIAM CODY

photo @ Michelle Maria Boleyn - all rights reserved

I WANT TO LEAVE A MARKER

IT COULD SAY

WATER...TWO MILES UP THE ROAD

THREE THOUSAND MILES TO GOD

FOR THE NEXT FIFTEEN HUNDRED MILES NOTHING BUT SAND

FOR THE NEXT TEN YEARS NOTHING BUT TEARS

FIVE FEET AWAY LIFE EVERLASTING

JUST A FEW MINUTES NOW AND SHE'LL BE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU

THIRTY MINUTES THE WAY THE CROW FLIES

THE WAY THE BUZZARD DIVES

THE WAY THE BLOOD PRESSURE DROPS

AS THE BULLET PENETRATES

AS THE FLAGS COME DOWN

A MARKER THAT SAYS

IT WON'T BE LONG NOW

YOU'RE IN GOOD HANDS NOW

WATCH YOUR STEP

ILLUSIONS AHEAD

THE ROAD IS FLOODED

THE ROAD IS TWISTED

THE BRIDGE IS DOWN

TEN MINUTES AS THE FLY CIRCLES

SEVEN SECONDS BEFORE YOU REALIZE WHERE YOU ARE

TWENTY MINUTES AS A LIE GOES

DON'T TURN BACK

ALL YOU CAN EAT JUST UP THE ROAD

A FIVE STAR HOTEL WITH SWIMMING POOL

CLEAN SHEETS AND FREE BLOOD SUPPLY.