.: What Path Could My Life Have Taken? :.

[dead_and_alone]

So down comes the rain (even in the middle of winter). There's a silent moment in the fluttering of the snow flakes.
And you told yourself you would become something! You wouldn't be your parents: you'd up the stakes.
Days away, after your most prideful walk, you feel the walls of reality crumble and collapse. Who are you?
You watch your hands, the hands that have led you to such glorious highs: but it becomes ashes...too few.

So you fall and you scream. And they seem to pretend like you're all okay.
They don't care - they're dealing with their own demons, something you need to keep at bay.
A best friend you want! But it seems like a myth. And everyone around you is wounded within their lies!
So where are you left? In shadows! Shadows. And surrounded with your choice of poisons and highs.

So pick an experience and fall into a group. You want to run, but you remain within the loop.
And you fall and you flutter, passing through life without a cause. You blink away the tears, but don't dare to pause!
So you switch up your life, and shatter the preconceptions people have placed. But your shadows remain: pain you already faced!
Fold under pressure and hide within your perfect dark. You think you have the upper hand, but you are the demon's mark.

So where are they now, your friends and your companion? They're asleep and you're pretending, within your bed.
But you live and you die, alone and insignificant. You want to believe you're important, but you're worse off than dead.
And people come and they chatter, and you wonder if they're listening to you at all.
Deeper into obscurity, the futher you and I fall.

So make your way down the well, and realize reality isn't what they taught us.
People foam and they bleed. But it's just a useless fuss.
And when the vines surround and they creep, they crush us in their useless chatter.
That one person you love is lying; they're manipulating you with their sweet flatter!

So you lay back in your pleasure, but you wonder if they feel the same?
And when the fun stops, you realize that sorrow is all that remains.
And when we lay down to sleep, there is a despair that does creep.
And you realize that you are the only one who is there for you, alone within the stone keep.

So call your people, and pretend that they care.
Then they leave and the shadow sets in.
You find yourself alone in your room; it's too much to bare.
And you realize you've forsaken all of your kin.

So you slash with your tongue and hope someone will bite.
And you love and you fuck, until you two begin to fight.
And you let your love thrash upon a cold stake,
while you gaze out upon humanity's lake.

And who will save you, rescue you from your twice-over fate?
You cast an allure, and wait for someone to take the tainted bait.
And you're so sweet and you're nice, and you hope they won't see.
You're both lying to eachother, in a hopes that this next one will set you free.

But there are fights and there are troubles, and you're pretty enough to move on.
Until you realize, you useless mortal, your shallow looks are long gone.
So you settle for something that is worse, than what you had years ago.
Because you wanted to test the waters...and go with the flow.

Now you're getting old and you're unhappy, but you know you can't start again.
And you reflect meekly upon the could have beens...
So you raise up your hands and let other people slide their knife across your palms.
And you pretend and you fret, and within good friends you create qualms.

So the smoke clears and you find that you're an aging body about to break.
And you look back on your life, and you select one point that you wish you could make
return to you now, in all your wisdom and your glory.

...but it doesn't end like this, and that's when the poetry ends!
And you feel the final days set in...
The sun rising and falling is mystical, the first time in your life,
and you feel the coldest chill since you're deepest stife.

So you recover a bloom and you dance in your old age.
And the walls of iron begin to contract, and you realize it was all just a confining cage.

So you finally realize what your loved one meant, when they rested their head upon your shoulder.
And you just wish and you remember, what it's like to be loved by them and grow older.
But now you're alone in your misery, and your body is decaying fast.
It's only greener on the other side, as long as there is grass...

Scoff your feet and see the dirt, and you realize the undetaker is digging a grave.
And you were a fool all along, the confused and muddled slave.

And they lower the coffin you are in, and upon your body they set earth.
...and your last words is about a life terribly wasted, a pathetic curse.
Your last memory is the person you gave up long ago...
"...what path could my life have taken?" you wonder within your death throes...