Black Path
The light of the bright world dies, it’s a cold world. I close my eyes and covering my ears. I’m walking on the deep darkness, echoes on a forest path wrapping around me. My feet stepped on the dying flowers, on the fragile moonlight.
My future is dark colored, I’m struggling painting the path even more black. I speak to my memory, I mindlessly wandering where the end of this unfair lifelong marathon. I doubt the connection between dreams and reality, I can’t connect the dots between good and bad.
There’s so much more to still be done, but my eyes were opened through this something lurking in the leaves. I find the world has grown as mythic as the eternal love inside the esoteric irregular reality. There’s a lot of truth that has been deeply hidden behind the shadows.
I once was alive, now I just survive.
