The Poetry Book

The Road

Black pathways with no boundaries to break

Twists and turns with no true direction to run

So many decisions plague the way, most of them turn out fake

Light comes seldom, your feelings scare the sun

It wasn't always like this, there was a time of light

Back when the road was so naive, untouched by the world

There was happiness and the future shined bright

But something happened, my happiness now whorled

I ventured off the black pathway, tempted by seeing more

The world called to me, eager to claim a new victim

I walked right into it, as if it were an open door

And was greeted by sadness and despair not happiness and wisdom

I stayed down this path, not seeing it's true evil

People came to me, asking to be my friend

All they wanted was my happiness, making it far from retrieval

And very soon the naive road was at an end

Black pathways with cracks on the surface

Infected by the darkness of everyone's sins

With every crack having its own purpose

The transition from light to dark begins

People I met followed me onto this road

Comfort they provided, pushing me forward

All while the blood slowly flowed

And I was changed against my own orders

My mind turned dark, the darkness finally overcame me

My friends showed their true colors, evil and dark

What they did to me, could anyone see?

The scars that were left behind, the pain that left it's mark

Black pathways that I walk alone

With no one around me, just my helpless, broken soul

I don't want to continue, this life I want to disown

So close to falling, disappearing forever in a dark hole

Black pathways always come to an end

And I'll go the way I began, without a single friend