The light, it's fading away,
as it is overtaken, by the dark.
As is the man, that would sell his soul,
so loses within himself, his inner spark.
That fire, that burns within us,
and drives us, to be, who we are.
Without it, we're dead inside,
we are nothing, we bare life's scare.
At a place in life, approaching an end
with a fork, at the end of the road.
Right or left, a choice to be made,
and of course, the end is never showed.
Stepping to the right, as I begin its walk,
with obstacle after obstacle, every step of the way.
This Fucked up choice of mine, so what can I say.
As far out as I can see was dark gloomy...