Faults along my path and pavement of shards
entice the blades to cut through me
but i have no fantasy of watching my blood gush out
stain the pain stricken shadow that i see
altered decision to inconclusive tomorrows
strife and the battles that seem not to end
refused and denied, accused of things not even tried
this again and again? need not to ask if my wounds have to mend
endure and walking the things i first learned
thinking about the very day when i met agony
the terrifying moment when it has first struck me
dancing in my flesh in absolute horrifying melody
and it has visited me in many forms and faces
affected everything and anything that known of me
and you would learn my days in my back full of lashes
within my grasp the heavy books of my saddest stories
countless pages of tears, broken hopes and dream
and im not the one to read the last olden page
but i yearn for the light of a new beginning to gleam
