Walking through a world unknown,
Nothing here I really own,
The body is simply a loan,
Something he gave me,

I can see with these eyes,
Tears filling them by goodbyes,
Was it really lies,
That they told to me?

What had been- Temptations within,
This forbidden fruit of mine,
Seems heavily intertwine-
With this forgotten burden,

Never had I cast the yoke,
This reality seems like a big joke,
But all I've become is broke,
Against the pains that are my form,

No end to this long highway,
The place where life runs away,
Down the paths which lay-
With ambushing dangers,

When time will stop-
I'll still be here,
Walking this path again,
Until the very end.



--->Okay so I was bored and just made this up. Yes I know the end doesn't ryhme. I couldn't think of anything so yeah.

--->I need to find my old poems... I think they're all gone though.