The Lonely Road Called "Evermore"
As I sit here, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road I wonder when did it all become a lie? They've always told me that music soothes the savage beast, but lately, I've been questioning everything and nothing. As I dig deeper, I grow more afraid of what I might find, is it truly just a lie? Everything I've been told, everything I've seen, is anything real?
And yet here I sit, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road I question myself, I question it all, including why, although they're so small, these tears tear me apart when I don't know why they come. My motives, what are they, maybe someone out there somewhere knows how to explain me, for surely I don't. My past, my future, my present, what is it for? Was I just made to ponder evermore?
And here again I sit and wait, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road for answers, even though by now, I'm sure they will not come. Then the gate opens, and the tears flow forth, but why exactly do they come? What could be strong enough to break through my curse of having no emotions. No pain, no emotion, no feelings, this is the life I am cursed to live, in misery.
And still, through my lost thoughts, I sit here, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road and wonder again. What could break through the defenses of the girl who never smiles, who has no emotion. I sit and wonder, waiting for relief, and slowly, the answer floats into view. The sad demon child has fallen in love, and is unable to communicate these feelings, and worse he has left her, moved on to another small city in the world she lingers for, and yet may never see.
And still now, I continue to sit here, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road wallowing in self pity. Pity for the mistakes I've made, will make, and some that weren't mistakes. The guilt of having so many broken opportunities haunts me to my core. For it is as deep, dark, and cold as the lonely road I walk.
And yet, I am still here, wallowing in pity as I sit here, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road which never ends, and never began. I am hoping for something, but when and will it come? How can I explain myself or my hopes, when I'm not even truly me? Oh well, I guess it's time to start walking down my lonely path that's life.
And now, I am walking, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark road to parts unknown. Will I find any answers, or just walk alone forever more? Will I ever have my powers back from their hidden refuge? I guess the answers or just more questions lie at the end of my path on the lonely road, I like to call "Evermore."
And as I continue walking, my inner raven cries, on the verge of tears, traveling down this long, dark, cold, and lonely road to my true wolf self,
"Beware what you may find at the end of the road named...
"Evermore."'
So, well, I guess It's a poem, cause it's not exactly a story, but yeah, ok that's my "poem" and I'm sticking to it. So I guess I'm outta here to work on the many thousand other things I gotta do.