Upon the trail, I will tread
Hoping that the darkened avenue
Will conceal the fears that I have fled
Feeling upon my chest the tempest beat accrue

Floundering to gasp my escaping breathes
I toil through the depths and groves
That time’s hand sheathes
Questioning anew my past roves  
    
Knowing that within the question lays the truth
Shall I not search the woeful past?
To expose the crestfallen forsooth
That has amassed

Finding upon the grains of time the paths I took
I wonder if regret would be etched upon the decisions I mistook

My sword slowly lifted itself as something within came to life
Striking my pallet leaving you my victim lifeless with a long seeping wound
Trying to keep up with this constant strife
Fighting to escape this brutality that has forever bond

My bloodied blade has spilled enough of your precious essence
Realizing now that you were never meant to be mine
Alas how my feelings could have manifested me into this darkened presence?
Whilst my words shall only lead you to further pine

Tearing from my being the thought of loving you at all,
As injustice is all that is felt from the illusions you drew on the wall.
Solace has been a price my future had to pay
For so was the price of your love, that cast me away  

Contorted and mangled by the past that thrives within my ingrate
A second chance you wish won’t now sate my hate

The wintry breeze blows
Expelling warmth from the land;
Whilst the lazy sun hangs