A dark narrow path thats never traveled.
pitch black with nothing to hear to save you hastle.
a road you take with feelings of not seein another day.
And a place you can go to meet people without a name. so silent that every footstep can break the sound barrier.
tense and aware I can smell my own fear in the air.

*Falls asleep*

*Wakes up*

as daylight arrives my heart beats recklessly.
With no way to explain the expressions inside of me.
My world's crumbling in nightmares that are disgusting.
This path is a curse & could put anyone in a black herse.
I've been through some shit but this is by far my worst.
My pain aches and my lifes at a cautious steak.
can somebody be my brace when tears rush down my face?
Why can't everything be as it was??? instead of tears im sheadin blood.

*A week passes*

its been 6 days since I left that living nightmare.
And I still cant see myself in the mirror.
disfigure distinct corruption reserved for withdraw of terror.
Such a dense memory to remember it feels like im bein choked.
Insane illusions remain to appear I open my eyes and revoked.