Empire

Curbs

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The truth is, I'm scared.

Perhaps I have a deceptive memory that's always playing pranks on me.

Or it could be the voices in my head that I wish dearly you could hear, but then you can't.

The voices, the memories, they all serve as a restrict, a boundary wall, a curb in my head constantly reminding me of what I have done, have lost, and can't find no matter how hard I try.

The shadows, even my own shadow, seem to be hunting me.

I'm lost in it, I'd become lost in the darkness, and I fear greatly for my freedom.

I pray earnestly that I find my way out, though I am terrified, I might not be able to see the light at the end.

Can I?

That is the cause of it.

I walked into it blindly, not considering what the outcome might be.

I should have listened to your warnings.

There are no shortcuts in life.

How I wish dearly that I listened.

How I wish the night came to an end.

How I wish this was a dream, perhaps my nightmares would come to an end.

Sadly, wishes aren't horses or else men would've ridden on them.

Or airplanes cause I'd love to book a flight.

Alone. I will have to walk through the shadows of death.

Walk through the darkness that tends to consume all that stands on its path.

I wake up from this dream.

Get rid of the nightmares.

Create a new philosophy for myself.

Create a new path.

A path which leads to inner peace, and not the songs of the sirens.

This is a path I hope to find.

A love I hope it'll last.

A mistake, I hope to correct.

A heart, I hope to touch.

An empire I owe no allegiance to.

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