Pale is the night of crimson flames, crystals from the anciet castles adorn my throne, but cracked are they, as is my heart, again I've turned into what I dispise, and again I've lost site oy dreams and imbitious, was it you that I was searching for, before I became this creature, and alone I'll ride through the valley once more, for I have abondoned hope along the way, while my soul begins to blossom new roots and evil thorns, my heart is withering away, for I am begining to see reality through different eyes, ones that show reality as it is, and not through fantasical retrospects, a realization of something that was so clear to me, but hidden so deep inside, staring me in the face, right into my now bloodshot eyes, yet it's clouded in mist, the rain has come again to carry my soul away, I cradle my heart, for I am the only one left who cares to hold it, why was I the one to be chosen to take on this pain, this pain of loneliness and incompleteness... WhY gOd!?!? WhY mE?!?!?!? These questions are not of my own, but from the ivory bars that encase my heart, I thought that I could be loved by another, but alas, I fooled only myself, others warned me of my foolish ways, but believing them not, I continued on my way of falsehood beliefs, and my heart belongs to another scar, bleeding my misery, I've fallen down through this endless void of incessant time, and again I ask to the blue moon above... WhY gOd!?!? WhY mE?!?!?!? Down the path that my heart leads me, I find myself faced with the endless problems of yesterday, and tomorrow, but never of now, and when you look into my eyes, you can see the battle that rages on inside, the battle for my soul, for my being, and I turn for redemption, but have burned my bridges along the way, and again I am alone, alone to wander the wilderness of indecision once more, and into the pale night sky, I ask for the question that plagues my mind... WhY gOd!?!? WhY mE?!?!?!?
Reason for writing:
I wrote this one night when I wasn't really feeling all the well emotionally and the Why God?! Why Me?! is the question I kept asking myself all through the day, yet I never found the answer...
Birth sign: Aries
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