It feels so - - to realize,
Everything was wrong all along.
Can tears wipe away my grief ?
Be it too late to cleanse oneself in my sorrow,
Has innocent streams of sadness now turned to acid ?
Corrode the soul and then leave,
An empty shell for the wolves,
Those carnivorous beings I have to call my own
But is it the disease inside that dissolves the pillars which hold up my shoulders ?
Perhaps the sickness that forces weary eyes to close...
Ahead there be a valley infected with the blackness,
Spots of red dot to dot a path not for the weak,
But the strong, the ones who know no fear,
Fear is what has kept me from descending,
A final Ascension to ranks much higher than before.
Looking up at a pedestal is sometimes a struggle,
The great sun blinds my unshaded eyes,
And I am overwhelmed by the height,
The determination to take a first step to greatness,
It is not a question of who possesses this power,
But who is willing to slip past the fence undetected,
Though after that, there is still a mine field to cross.
Who is willing to risk everything - to be beautiful.
