The broken path

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Blood courses through my veins
As it rains
And splatters on the glass
On a window in the past
The leads me down a dark and scary path
While the window shakes the wrath
Wrapped around my brain
The blood in my veins
Starts to mix with the poison it contains
Days bring survival
And I realize that revival
Begins with strength
The strength to go the length
Of life's journey
So I supply my energy
And I hurry
While I worry
Along roads
Covered in secret codes
And hidden knives
That stab you as you arrive
To your end
With scars that blend
While you try to synthesize
Your heart comprised
Of thorns
And scorns
To others that wronged
The world that belongs
To better people
That don't have needles
That shock you when you don't expect
And hope you don't reject
Anything they say
To keep those hidden needles away
Even though in the fall
The leaves start to crawl
And everything morphs
Into illusionary warps
Of twisted schemes
That breaks a million dreams
That my soul begs to fulfill
Even though that will
Never be enough
To describe a cuff
You locked on my soul
And now my heart has a hole

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