Walking beside the trees
Leaving behind the mainstream
Not the path everyone sees
And not the path I’ve always dreamed.
The Speech bubble above my head
The voice echoes-try to slow me down
My stride comes to a halt, when I see that feared frown
Disappointment on my face
The side of me showing, that everyone hates
I’ve never met you, but I hear you chase
Walking away from your sacred base
My temper begins to flair;
As I scream at that annoying voice
‘Or Else…’ Ha. Sounded like a dare.
“You must satisfy the emptiness inside me” Said the voice.
What does this mean?
How could I?
You’ve drawn me to this scene
I want an answer, not a sigh.
As I try to swallow
I can hear your breath
You shouldn’t follow
But you shouldn’t rest.
The bubble above my head
Begins a tune
Someone is dead
Or will be, soon.
The footsteps behind you
Scare me more
Then anything you could do;
The face behind the closed door.
A flash of silver
One quick swipe
The idea could never deliver
The’ Worst thing imaginable,’ type.
The pool of red
A drop of a tear
The only thing he said,
“There is nothing to fear”
You lie in my hands
As the tears flow down
Your limp body in the sand
And your face in a frown
My anger flashed
As I ran down the path
I just couldn’t stop thinking about that gash
The face of him that would never leave my mind was smashed.
