this path i walk is a lonely one
pursued by the shadows in the valley of my past
the bonds of brotherhood go only so far
as to remind me of the reality of solitude
the road of life is paved with lost chances
and littered with the bodies of regret
my conscience overhead like a vulture
picking apart my mind while
my shadow self waits for my soul
my self confidence my drive my life
to shrivel and die blown away on the winds of time
the path of red roses i leave in my wake
leads to my bleeding heart as lovers
tears crimson in this negative world
roll like raindrops then stream down
my tattered wrists
am i broken
breathe
breathe
breathe
inhale (the room rushes in)
or was i just dreaming
(a view of my mine)
(from a subconscious state)