Further Down the Mistaken Path

Holding hands handcuffed together parading down a dimly lit poisoned path,

The trees tell their toxic tales of tragedy as the wind whispers their wicked words of wrath.

Shielding our sinister scars from the sunlight while in our ocean of tears we take a blissful bloodbath,

Failing to forfeit our feelings or wave the white flag high in the gray sky as we march on our wretched warpath.

The tainted thunder and livid lightening illuminates our demonic dark path,

Trapped in our own tornado of tragedy and corruptly caged in our own wrath.

Disregarding our depression and ignoring our atrocious aftermath,

Carelessly walking further down the mistaken path.

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hey dude this is a good poem.........oh by the way this is stephanie philbeck one of ur friends on myspace the display name is stephanie philbeck loves titan clark 4ever and always. good poem i loved it. commment some of mine some of mine are untitled but there pretty good.