The Path To Peace

Once upon a nightmare Lived a child, born so still A hopeless life bestowed To a conscience lacking will Nowhere, was innocence The girl discovered sin Concerned of nothing now Unaware of storms within And so the mourning came Gloomy farewell to dreams Numbness somehow aching Though useless, began her screams Post-mortem existence Enslaved by every thought Years spent self-destructing Finding silence with a shot