Modern Romanticism

I cast aside
Where I have walked,
Where the priests once talked,
When they had looked over my shoulder,
At the failure surrounding me.
My lonely road,
Has been a cold one.

I say farewell,
To a man who stood frozen
By a stream
Made from his own tears.

I whisper goodbye
To the Hell I have forged from lies.
Because, here I am,
Ready to become one who can.

Life stands aside
For the brave and the bold
Who only walk onwards
Towards Death that takes hold.

Our lives are shelved upon mystery,
And hysteria.
A kiss is sometimes what we want,
When all the tears have been dried
To becoming a desert.