Silent Steps

The path she’s on. 

Burning embers mark the cobbled stone way,

A bed of thorns waits to greet her.

Bloodied souls of the young,

Crimson footprints in the dust.

 

Short-lived bursts of bright face

Decomposing into sombreness.

The bad outshines the portal to sunset glory

Oranges and purples to greys and darkness.

Internal death through loneliness, through sadness.

The world must be shown

Bright expressions, peals of laughter.

Sour faces, silent traces

Are lonely ever afters.