Footprints and Shadows

Can't you hear my calls?

My cries... my pleas?

To stop walking forward.

To come back to me.

Please, don't leave me.

Walking in your footsteps,

for all the world to see.

Don't leave me behind, to walk on this line.

Of sadness and sorrow, woe do I disagree.

To repeat the mistakes...

That lie in wait.

I hate you for your weakness.

I hate you for your sin.

I hate you now,

more than ever.

For leaving me,

your own kin.

Your footsteps echo... for my mind to see.

Your back forever facing, the door which now

you no longer care to see.

Ling now I wait for you, to repent you awful sin.

To know that your leaving me, was a curse and a blessing.

To walk your own path.

And leave me to mine.

Would have been to simple,

to kind.

Yet now I lie,

in wait here today...

To repent my awful sin.

For walking in your footsteps..

For partaking in your misery.

Don't forgive me, and don't forget.

The day you left,

I bled to death.

I echo now, filling these prints.

These steps that hold nothing but contempt.

As I follow along a rode to long.

A path to wide,

to lose my sanity and stand by your side.

But now I no longer care,

to witness you fair.

Because no longer, do these prints..

these marks.

Tattoo my heart,

But left alone to wander far apart.

Lost in this endless gray of footsteps, which now only leads.

To the death of my mind, and never to be free.

Because I hate you I hate you…

my shadowed twin.

For leaving me to defend this world and it's sins.

To walk alone, with but one set of prints.

Alone…

with naught but my own footprints.