Glory

This path is narrow, straight, and long,
My mistakes are deliberate, random, and wrong,
You had left... proud, unregretting, and strong,
Now I am here... bleeding perfect words to your song.

How does one go about saying what cannot be said?
How does one speak of life... when one is already dead?

So I begin... pressing my head against a cold wall,
The transference of heat begins as my will continues to fall,
Your eyes were incredible... as I so lucidly recall,
To the ground I descend, here... is where I safely crawl.

Can you ever forgive... who I could never be?
Can you ever relive... my one choice of decree?

But how... will I ever end this god forsaken wait?
I am lost... between who I am and my current state,
I had killed myself... when sacrifice was far too late,
Do I go on... hating what I love... or loving what I hate?

Rewrite again the pages of my unwritten story...
For I've failed again in finding my unwritten glory...