The Road to Hell
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Torn, twisted, split
the light of broken joy throws shadows on my path
each shadow falling through a crack
each fracture giving spawn to deamons
drifting denizens who drive at my steps
I remember a time when i was not quite so wise
    and possessed of a greater measure of innocence
Vulnerable and inexperienced
    in love and tortured
I find the heart no less a burden now
    and a far more effective weapon
My capacity for love now only surpassed by my capacity for grief
a truer wanderer, i carry both in my hands
What choice can i make when right and wrong no longer apply
    to the application of pain?
How long did it take until i realized
the road i'm on is paved with my own good intentions
    dragging me to a door
Is there still time turn away
is there any hope for salvation of my self
    if i'm close enough to read the sign above the lintel
Or am i firmly bound by its blatant words
"All hope abandon, ye who enter here."
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-Moon Sidhe © 2001