The Path Made

A silent voice once only heard by a weak child
Is suddenly of no longer existence
Where the normality once was,
Now creeps the darkness of an empty life.
Because it has been torn, and manipulated
Into minimal slags of deceit and regret
Deprived of all it's darkness
"I Love You" he tells me
Torn even farther into a deep trail of lies
Even lower into a grave gone unnoticed again
Into a world of lost memories once stopped,
By a bullet and i knife
Where to be never heard of again.