Towards The End

Traversing a trail of chipped glass that leads opposite of my past

Inhale only translucent lies to prevent the birth of weighted ties

Shy from the tender sun's face because I'm too forsaken for light's embrace

Unable to control my burning tears for their end is the host of my darkest fears

I bite my lip and silence my voice now that I no longer have a choice

Realizing that I cannot dictate the mark of the reaper that seals my fate