OUR SELF MADE TRIALS
Come with me
Walk with me
Fallow me underground
Hear there shrieking cries
Of those who have gone before us
Those who have died
Those who have taken the road to death
Fallen more than last of us
Not always knowing where it will lead
But wishing it will lead somewhere
Trying to find the way out or in
But this the path you have chosen and now
must stay with it
Still trying to find the way out
Wishing and praying
Hoping and trying
But its no use once your in you cant get out
It’s a prison of your own making
You cant escape it you made it.
DARK_POET@darksitel.com