Wrong Path
You are running from your troubles but you don’t know where to go
You are in desperate need of escape… of freedom
But as you venture on your perilous fleet you notice a path
You are encapculated in a trance as you witness the beautiful, towering pines
But as you enter, you don’t notice the sign saying BEWARE that reeks of booze and pot
Or the scattered corpses around you with the broken bottles in their palms
All you can see is the entertainment and thrills of the fast lane
This road that seems to devour all of your pains and replace them with amazing gains
These gains that make you experience enjoyment and an adrenaline rush
But this cheap entertainment is a gamble
A great night out in exchange for your sanity
And eventually your life…
You continue your journey but you begin to notice the bumps and cracks that make the road unsightly
You hit the bourbon hard but then you notice it’s useless
The bottle is empty and you feel scared… Horrified…
In agony, you crack the bottle in your hands and watch your life, love bleed out of your gashes
You drop your innocence and keep on going forward, hoping for a better day, a better life…
But nothing… All you see are the ghosts of lost memories and the sunset up above
You need water, salvation…
Something to return you to your senses. But nothing…
All you get is neglect and regret, causing you to break in a sprint, blistering your feet, exposing your true self
A disgusting and infected mess
Your feet that you wholly depended on for your getaway, have now rotted away due to the abuse and toxic that you injected into your system, for your own personal breakaway
That’s when you realize your stupidity
Your complete ignorance…
But it is way too late
You were tardy for all of your opportunities
And now your whole life is broken beyond repair
You now lie on the littered dirt
Covered in glass, lies, and the rest of your life
You lay there motionless, licking your bleeding, chapped lips
Giving them the taste of cheap rum
You look up at the night sky and notice the ominous moonlight shining down on you
Your mind begins to warp
Begins to accept all of your faults and actions
Your last words are I’m sorry… And you parish
Die and decompose, leaving behind the remains of a skeleton with a bottle in its palm…
But the next day is just like any other day…
The sun comes out
And the beautiful flowers that incarcerate temptation and ecstasy sprout as well
But the smelly BEWARE sign is still perched on it’s post, warning everyone of the tragic danger
Warning people of the life that starts off with happiness and joy but ends up an irreparable mess…
That sign that sadly everyone ignores…
