Martyr

Martyr

No matter how many stops I make

The road will always call me home

The endless asphalt winds into dirt

Leaving a trail less traveled by man

Like Icarus galloping towards the sun

I fall the closer I get towards home

A curse and gift it is to leave the ones I love

My curse be lifted as I leave the one I love

Time slows the further away I am

Trapped in a purgatory

As faces grow old around me

The dirt, now a path of bones

As life no longer exists this close to the sun

The dust from crushed skulls now become clouds

Raining once more

A curse it is to bring the ones you love to tears

Yet the garden has never blossomed as lovely

As when you cry

Cursed be thy life

Cursed be thy pray

An endless cycle till one meets the ocean

And is now swimming in an open abyss

Now I whisper this prayer past these waves

“Forgive me mother,

For I have sinned. I have learned my lesson.

And changed within. Im no longer the boy I knew.

My evil ways are gone and through.

In your eyes you see my father.

So here I lie, life of a martyr.”