Unbecoming

 I walk down the dark paths of Mayene

and in my agony

I walk to the Grove of Aspen

I sit in the center of all my failures

and weep a river of silver tears

that flow into the Valley of Sadness

I draw my dagger and watch it shine in the moonlight

I start to remember my life as if it were a dream

A horrid nightmare in the darkness

that may strike at anytime

I remember the entire passings and all the broken hearts

I'm with someone 

but

Fear is trying to win me over

I fight a losing battle with it every day

All I can do is keep fighting 

and 

Pray