Forgotten

I walk on this black road...
The grass is gray and mists match the gloom in the air.
The sun is hiding from my purity...
Yet my heart beats warmly in cadence with my stride.
Looking at my currently bare wrists, I see not blue, not red veins...but a sinister black.
But what do I care?
It is who I am.

I walk alone...
Yet I can feel invisible eyes watching me.
The stars wink out one by one as the clouds roll in for the coming storm.
I am left bereft of anything...
Everything but my dagger has wasted away...and I feel naught.

I walk in blind purpose...
Yet I feel that I have known this way my whole life...
Introduced to me by the "wiles of darkness", I have not come to miss it.
This last day on earth for me has yet to begin
And I am finding out that I will eventually win the peace I have been searching for...
Tis the reason I carry this blade.

Another haphazard glance at my wrists reveal shackles...
I am bound to my own waist and feet by thick dark chains...
I know not of their composition,
But I know I could never break them...
So I shall not run to escape them.

I keep walking, not saying goodbye...
But I know that in the end I will have to...
Even though it shall be a swift and silent departure of this world.
I say 'this world' like it is a sentient being...
But I know its coldness of touch and and mind.
It does not wish to know anyone...
Much less a Forgotten like myself.

So I keep walking this never-ending road...
I cannot see past the mist to the dead end I feel awaits.
My last day on earth will never end...
This is what it is like to be a Forgotten...