I walk an empty path alone.
One I have traveled far too much.
Tears dampen my face with a single touch.
Dark mists whisper, "You're on your own."

They tell me I'm not worth it.
I believe them after a while.
And during my tears, they still smile.
"Don't even try," they say. "Just quit."

I look at the threatening sky.
There's no sun or glimmer of stars.
It's my life that loneliness scars.
No one hears me when I scream "Why?"

Mists enfold me, I hear a voice.
It's quiet, but so powerful.
Evil shakes remnants of my soul.
"Though you're nothing, you have a choice."


To live or to die?