The Wooded Road

The faces of untruth became my constellations
To look above was just a reflection of what lay below

I've collapsed inside my own fear
Desolation has led to destruction
A plague to dispose of the world around me
Though even solitude has now turned its back

Catatonic is the birth of my dilemma
Shadow is now considered my only light
Their pity has drowned my suffering compassion
What stands before me now is beyond my own breath

Through times inspired eyes we question what we know
A chance for all to hide in their nightmares and follow the wooded road

If not weak I would cry
If not bleak I would try
If no longer I shall seek
Than I shall give up and die