“Take the high road,” they said, “it’s all you need.”
But why take that path, on what shall your soul feed?
You can lift your head high, as high as you please,
But deep down inside, you’re still on your knees.
Your darkest secrets, your biggest fears,
Your timeless desires, your lonely tears.
Those drunken nights of fun, soon forgotten,
Lost with the wind, no more shall be begotten.
Daylight has passed us, we’re deep into the night,
No more left between us to put up a fight.
It’s time to give up, let the present burn into dust,
Tongues of fire, laying all equally; its punishments, just.
This darkness surrounds us, no orange lining the ground,
Everything we were, now none can be found.
Justice has been done, we’ve taken our last breath,
We were presented life, but it was laced with death.
So go on your way, and I will tread mine,
The lower path, yes, but I’ll still be fine.
Taken the fall, the beating, the enslaved heart’s scourging,
For that will now be my soul’s final purging.
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