Captured in utter despair as I gaze,
Crows, encircling above a lonely path
That leads not to happiness
But to an unknown, tragic aftermath.
It is the only road I could tell
Where I knew I would not be
Enslaved by the madness inside
Stringing myself from a single knee.
Upside down I now hung, alone.
Before the treacherous street,
I could not find any such hope.
As I swung, I could not find a key.
Back and forth, side to side.
Head pounding, blood boiling.
Turning, and turning, frozen,
Fearing that I may begin to cry
But to weep is to accept
The defeat of one’s inner self
As it hangs in the realm of evil
Finding what makes our pain so real
I try, as I try to make a break
But nothing seems to work
I could give up, and fall to my demise
But then I could no longer rise
Through such a defeating cause
My life, falling, yet still attached
To the evil within, you see.
To what may lie in front of us.