Yellow Brick Road, A Poem By The Dark Poet Byron

Yellow Brick Road

The worst choice I made
Was the day I said goodbye
When all my time was spent
And I made my choice to die

When I chose to take my life
There was a voice inside my head
A whisper from the past
A lost person from afar

I have stared into the darkness
Of this fallen poets life
I walked my yellow brick road
To find the meaning in my life

I made promises before
To take the darkness from her soul
In my heart I know that’s wrong
And in turn I lost my girl

In my life I walked this road
To find reasons for my life
I have answers to my questions
But more darkness seeped inside

So I say my final words
And in turn I say goodbye
This world has left me cold
So in turn I choose to die.

A Dark Poem by a Dark Poet
Affliction is a curse. So I teach by using words. I try to spare you from my pain, but my words are not yet spent. As you look upon my affliction. As you follow in my rhymes. You look at this dark poet. Who is always wondering why. You see his death is an illusion carefully scripted after his life.
There is no purpose in his situation so he teaches using rhymes.
So reflect on my words and its meaning in ur eyes. Take with it a story of a darkened poets life. I have seen it all and done it all I made it to this point.
You see a man is not a man, till you see him as himself. That is the reflection of this fallen man’s life. I do not seek forgiveness or a touch of comforting, this is not the reason that my words are written here.
This is the story of a man who lived his life on a bleeding edge. In the end there is only death, in the end there is regret. No secretes I have left, I’m laying myself bare.