The Scorn, pt.VIII

Lost in the woods, I venture on

Unknowing, it is time I left

Held up for so long

Afraid to move on

I know this choice is best

Accepting the realization of ignorance

Steadily making the motions

Long ago, I was faced with this

Yet, could not force myself to see

Incoherent, still I wander

In a daze, a silent slumber

Pretending this decision was my own

When there never was

Identity associated to a false predicate

An existence incondite

Sealing off the lacerations

No longer shall blood be shed

Ensnaring the cursed sun from shadows

Embracing an apocryphal warmth

A once fervent passion

To be denied and forgotten

This forest seemingly endless

I know there must lie an exit

Searching for a way out

Feeling I have lost my will

It is for the best

To let go of this obsession

I shall leave this place

But, no one can say when I will

Finally be able to end this journey

Weary, these legs continue to move

Departing in solitude...