Etched Skin

Lost and with a heavy heart
he makes his way through the fog.
Her name etched on his skin,
more present than ever.
He ponders over his decisions
only to conclude he made the right choice.
To take the path less taken
is a burden few are willing to bear.
The barren wasteland surrounds his every step.
Stripped trees stand tall, but dead inside.
The end of life as he knew,
with the shattered remains lying at his feet.
Lost in feelings, he clings on.
Longing for a better tomorrow.

Longest Day/Hardest Night

The minutes tick away as if they were hours.
Every breath weighs heavier as I try not too let it show.
The moment draws ever nearer and it scares me.
I know it's the right path to take,
but I fear the pain it'll inflict.
I can't be the cause.
Yet my own actions lead us here.
The words I speak sound surreal.
As if even I can't seem to believe
they come from my mind.
It tears down the fabric of everything we were.
And leaves us with memories of how we once used to be.
Guilt pushes me down,
all I ask is to pardon me.
How the fuck am I supposed to feel
when everything I known lies broken at my feet.