Just a Lie

Countless paths I have traveled.
But these roads don’t lead me home.
They’re shame and pain and darkness.
And sun is just a lie.

There’s a shadow laid before me.
And silence now surrounds me.
I count the last stars fading.
Though night has not begun.

The birds resume their weeping.
The stones cry out for mercy.
Trees bend in silent agony.
They know their world is lost.

Utter blackness.  Broken stones.
Hopeless crying.  Open grief.
Shameless seeking.  Foolish loss.
And this is what I call home.

“It’s dead! All dead.” they tell me.
“No life here to live. Pass by.
Don’t get caught in the marshes.
Don’t let the Darkness take you."

But it’s too late.  It knows me.
Tells me what I want to hear.
Shows me grotesque images
And pretends that they are beauty.

Home they say is beautiful.
But this is all I see:
Dirty infested ditches
That call themselves a castle
And somehow, just somehow
I’ve fallen for the lie
I cast aside my dream

For the ditch in which I die.