Myriad Roads Dead

2010 -- ?? ??

I cleansed my spirit from the past. (Grassy fields, withered flowers)
I chose a path I dare not walk. (Hills with skyscrapers looking at me)
Regret is not exactly what I feel. (The dead acres that life left)
Life taught me harshly (The wind fades into hollow)

Too tired to keep on walking. (stuck in myriad crossroads)
Wonderful scenery, beautiful silence. (Life left too soon)
Am I a lying pariah among even more liars? (Kingdoms borderless in united soil)
Outcast from their beliefs. (Where to go, where to go..?)

Life taught me slowly, and the lesson was harsh.
(Slowly, all paths fade into dusty plain)
Nothing left, nowhere to run.
(And the silence breeds the shame)
Hollow bones, a broken face
(Puppeteers of claustrophobic disgrace)
Maybe later, dare I forget
(Somewhere, nowhere, anywhere)

Note: I wrote this just before I turned sixteen. I found it randomly earlier today stumbling over old notebooks, and found it extremely weird. I seriously have no idea of how I wrote this, nor why it is structured like it is. But I kinda like it. Good job, old and dead past me!