Restless Exposure

left out in the freezing rain, I stumble aimlessly.  Generations before me have tread this road, wandering, looking for a meaning.  
A slumberless night, a chilled heart, I tread on, leaving my life dragging behind.  
Would you condemn me for the fact that I gave my life to a desolate barrel of a revolver.  So should I leave this horrid place or should i give myself another chance?

 

Save me from my dark heart.

Author's Note

Be warned that this is a piece I did when I was around 16 or 17. Thought it would be fun to revive this and let it see human kind again.