I found an exhillerating path
marked by the hand of death
I long to travel its route
swallow its intoxicating breath

Denying each clear warning
forcing my own way though
a bitter pill to swallow
that the markings remain true

My soul cries out, my eyes burn
At the grand injustice I see
fighting to calm the raging voice
screaming inside of me

angry at the wizened gods
for tearing my freedom away
the choice I see, is not mine
so trapped in misery I stay

I close my eyes, I clench my fists
I walk straight ahead
burning knives of insolence
piercing my pretty head

returning to my passionless life
sadness penetrates my soul
donning my bravest moxie mask
to play my destined role.

-Rebekah Faith