I step onto this path of broken glass and broken dreams.
Only to show the way for others.
The crackling cold words of utter failure at my back.
Leaving marks like a slave's disobedient back.
The cracks and pain push my every stride.
The laughter and sounds of defeat are milk to my bones.
This broken world will not cement me to its unchanging ways.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
I step onto this path of broken glass and broken dreams.
Only to show the way for others.
The crackling cold words of utter failure at my back.
Leaving marks like a slave's disobedient back.
The cracks and pain push my every stride.
The laughter and sounds of defeat are milk to my bones.
This broken world will not cement me to its unchanging ways.
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