At the end of th road I find a strange feeling working my soul.

It's foreign and feels as though I'm not the same person anymore.

Years have passed in the seconds of minutes.

While my pain tells me there is work still unfinished. 

Years have passed and I am no longer the same. 

Stronger or weaker with little I've gained.

Lives I've seen and Lives I've ruined.

Words I've spat in cold disillusion!

For each pained sentace I spit I feel my soul lose another piece.

The vibrant greens, reds, blues, purples, blacks and whites. 

Colors I've loved that fade endlessly into the cold spring night.

I carry myself of tired mind and of broken body. 

To the end of the road,

with the desicion I made.

To see the soul naked and warm!

What I find is cold and lost,

Twisted and mean.

It's not what I wanted!

What I need...

Out at the end of the road I feel a cold air.

It licks my skin and brushes my hair. 

My violet eyes grow dark to the warm moon glow.

The light fades from town and the midnight grows.

The fades away with the paved road. 

Nothing remains but the empty soul. 

No light, no dark, no place in mind.

All of it has faded like beauty through time. 

At the end of the road that's all I find. 

A slowly encroaching end to a pointless mind.