The Pathway to Freedom

September 29, 2004

by: Silver Nightingale

A sharp spear pierced my heart

Tearing it to unrecognizable pieces.

The ice cold prison, though shattered,

Still surrounds my body and soul

Did I make the right decision--?

To ignore and throw you aside

In an assumption of setting you free,

In an assumption that I won't make you happy?

You may say I am cold-hearted

A frigid bitch even, if you want

For making you wait all this time

Just to cut our ties apart

But I have this little secret,

A secret that I'll never tell;

A secret serving as an inferno

Burning me slowly to my death

You may say that I'm a masochist

Or, simply put, just insane

But this is the only way I could think of

To get us both out of this jail

A prison created by you,

A prison created by me

And my secret is the only key

That would, though painful, set you free.

And as I did as I had planned,

As I turned that wretched key,

As I told you of the 'truth',

And as you went out to be 'happy'

I was left there all alone

There, in that prison all coated with frost

I was sealed with my dreary fate,

A fate of darkness and coldness eternal

And as I stared right at my death

I neither flinched nor evaded

Because I was the one who chose my path

A path that, though painful, would set me 'free'

AN: Does it make any sense at all? If it doesn't, then just ignore it. I just wanted to write all my hidden feelings down in paper. Feel free to leave a review after reading. Thanks for your time.