I'm walking the path my father had shown.
It's the only way that I've ever known.
This cold empty throne
of iron and stone;
Going alone
This solitude chills and cuts to the bone.
It seems it's a weight I'll carry alone.
The "nothing" I've sown
Is now over-grown
Going alone
And so I stay haunted by ghosts of my own
Who lifelessly stare and deathlessly moan.
My mind's soundless drone
speaks in monotone.
Going alone
Skin therapy couldn’t materialize
Consequently leaving behind a blemish
An injury that is permanent
Resting deathlessly on me
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