Poetry - The Escape Route

All these colourful souls around, Still the one is nowhere to be found, Closes his eyes to the vision of love, Snaps out into reality, alone on the ground Shattered with the fact of life, Where it's easier to befriend a knife, Somehow finds the strength to stand up, But somewhere along the line, it's easier to give up Ill treated, Misjudged, pushed away along the path, Walking straight into the line of fire, Prepared to face even the devil's wrath, In return for his love's desire But with the future so bleak, Even God himself afraid to speak, He's left with nothing, but broken hope, His desire moved out of his scope With a heavy heart, he begins to walk away, Unwilling to leave, Unable to stay, Left with no option but to disappear, A Goodbye is all that's left to say

Empty lanes across the horizon, Eating up slowly just like poison, No direction to move upon, The sail set down as the wind's gone Crawling under the fake moon light, Fooled by the masks of trickery and lie, Defenceless  in his own fight, He's become their favourite fall guy The pool of prevarication spread around, Empty lies is all that's found, Seeded deep within everyone's soul, Its taken over complete control Counting down days to his parole, He's clutched harder by the shackles within, Leaving behind the half burnt soul, He takes the path of the Actual Sin