The path I walk is not for most
Its rather dark and made of dust
Its rather dead and ends in rust
Its rather lonely as there's no trust
But its my own
Ive made some turns
There've been some twists
Times when chaos was amidst
But I carried on
Every sliver of my will
Everslowly fading
Bent on moving forward
Into nothingness degrading
I've seen the path of flesh
With pleasures neverending
I've seen the path of blood
Where anger never ceased
I've walked the path cold
And it was far too much
The path dust I walk
The one I chose for me
Is shrouded from them all
As there's just nothing left to see
I plant one foot in front of another
And never stop or change the pace
Never stop to ask myself
What path I follow to my grave
Sometimes its far from what I see
But I feel its whispers
I feel them guiding my steps
They call for the end of my days
And out of all the ways
To live to lie to love
To cry let go and die
To rise again and walk
I chose to walk my path
And there's no turning back
