I walk through the night, rain falling on my head, Treading through the wet streets, I look ahead and see nothing, I walk on without purpose, without aim, Where the road takes me, I've no inkling, I stop and stare at my surroundings, nothing, dark, empty, I look ahead, I do not see the end, I look back, I do not see the beginning, I'm in the middle of the road, torn between going back or going forward, My feet feels heavy, my mind cloudy, where am I? My chest feels pain that no man should feel, My heart feels broken, shattered like glass on the pavement, My eyes are burning from the tears that fall, Why am I crying? Or is it the rain that is rolling down? I feel no emotions except for confusion, I'm not happy, not sad, not angry nor melancholy. Every step I take, I know I'm going somewhere, but where? If I step back, retrace my steps, would the past continue to haunt me? I scream for help, for guidance for consoling, nothing I scream till my throat hurts, till no words can be heard, I'm spent, I'm tired, I'm alone as I fall to my knees, My head bent, my body broken, my heart shattered, Blood flows out of my arms as they are cut, my knees scraped, Am I alive? Or am I dead? Can I be both at the same time? I look up to the sky, no moon, no stars, no sky, I wonder, is this the path to heaven or to hell? I close my eyes as the rain pours down harder, furiously, I open my mouth to taste the rain, tastes like poison, Poisoning my body, yet sweet as temptation, I try to stand but my body refuses to respond, All I can do is lie on my back, trying to clear my head. Where am I? What am I doing? Am I destined for something great? All I need is a hand, to pull me up, to walk down this path with me, Is it too much to ask? Maybe it is, maybe it's not. Reality strikes, no one is there, no one will walk with me. I open my eyes to stare into the sky, I lie motionless, dead. Dead to her, dead to the world, dead to myself. I no longer exist in this world, in her world, in my own world. I'm just dead.
