Lines of Chalk

Born in shame, raised the same
just another victim of loves dark game.

As he awaits the cemetery gates,
his reflection manifests all that he hates.

Filled with spite, he feels that tonight
may mark the end of his ceaseless fight.

He takes into him, a future so grim
that it wears his threshold to the brim.

So he must try, with a tear in each eye
to hide the fact that he wants to die.

The choice he has made, in blood was paid
freeing himself from the masquerade.

A puppet discarded, emotionally bombarded
unable to finish the life he started.

Torn from within, this child of sin
fought a battle he knew he couldn't win.

On his darkest days, his mind portrays
the wishes and desires that he betrays.

Day after day, he must find a way
to avoid destruction from inner decay.

But he is so tired, of all that transpired
destroyed by a notion he once admired.

Dead he will walk, and misery shall stalk
as he marks each day as a line of chalk.

Death is his blessing, and though its depressing
he wants it more than he is expressing.

No other need, but should he succeed
he may feel his heart is finally freed.

Freed of his hate, in his mind's dark state
he may finally be free to embrace his fate.

But he is denied, and as much as he tried
the lone puppet finally broke down and cried.

As much as he cries, this child of lies
will wander for years in search of his demise.

But take it from me, it is so hard to see
that your heart and mind may never be free.