A shattered Road,
I walk empty handed.
Down twisted paths
Threw thrones of metal.
With bounding pasts.
I will not look back.
I know the pain will not last.
My mind is always moving,
But my body not as fast.
Only my shadow by my side.
Broken and hated.
I opened a box of lies.
Illusions faded away.
Curtain drew from my eyes.
They cut deep.
Slicing away my innocent.
So this Shattered Road,
I began to walk.
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