I woke early as the buds of fear opened their window
to my own noiseless thoughts growing to a crescendo
I pulled the silken sheets away from my naked flesh
and searched haphazardly for some key items of dress
after finding my quarry, I moved swiftly toward the door
wrenched the handle to me, and went on with idea to explore
an I walked down the lonely hallway, afraid of what I'd find
while at the same time, fighting memories of a heinous kind
I found my way to a staircase, and walked slowly to its base
and scanned the dark lobby and my eyes found and embraced
another lost soul, or maybe he was the keeper of this purgatory
I asked calmly where I was, and he proceeded to forge a story
of how I came to be here, and his words I certainly did heed
he spoke of my path being mis-steered, I was guided by greed
He told me of my youth, how I was cheerful and full of mirth
even though I was abused two years after my unwelcome birth
But the days of my adolescence is not where he would likely stop
He spoke of my adult life, and about how chaos was all I brought
He told me of the blood I shed, just to ease and comfort my soul
and all of these actions of course led, to me now paying this toll
He told me of a time in my mid-teens where I was displayed a choice
which inside I knew would lead to either pain or let the angels rejoice
He said if I had taken a few moments to think, I would have learned
that my decision was tragedy, and I would have taken the right turn...
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