I am left here to die.
All alone I stand
making my way up the path,
recapturing my life,
my heart,
the fragments of my once reality
floating just beyond my grasp.
Then come the demons:
they take me away,
they rip my dreams from me,
they remind me of my pain,
they rip at my dead heart,
feeding on my soul,
taking all that's left.
But still I walk this path,
the shadows of the past
shattering my dreams,
the hands that once guided me have gone,
yet, still I stand,
walking this lonely path,
all alone,
fighting the demons,
living my illusions,
looking for the guardian
that had my soul.....