Choosing a path

That isn’t truly my own

Facing an angry God’s wrath

While trying to stray from the known

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Taking decisions lightly

While feeling life’s bitter cold

Tramping on with a rather blithely

Attitude that could make one seem bold

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If only others could comprehend

The pain in their own hearts is shared

With the others waiting on the path’s end

Their own wounds open, weeping, and bared

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Without a teardrop to be shed

I hold my head up high once more

I’ll force myself to buckle down and wed

The corpse of my lover and repair the heart another tore

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Needle in hand, thread at the ready

Remembering all that is and has before been

Trying desperately to hold this beating thing steady

With my shaking hands covered and drenched in crimson

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Strolling through the dust of a road

That leads to my ultimate, untimely defeat

Setting and securing myself a humble abode

As one last attempt to withstand the grueling heat

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Of a world that lost it’s flare

When its children grew and flew the nest

Upon the night where they forgot how to care

They unanimously that it was entirely for the best

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That I stay on the road they chose

And never stray from their keen sight

On that note, they locked me way and froze

The soul that tried and couldn’t muster the might

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To put up a fight and set myself free

From the gilded cage of my life’s budding seed