Walking on the silent corridor,
Empty with doors shut closed,
Once a path of congested activities,
Turn downright hollow,
Like how my heart is for you.
The eerie sight of the silent corridor,
Buck every muscle I had in me,
For me to walk faster, Think smarter,
Towards where I don’t want to be,
The fiery hell of sorrow.
On the path of this silent corridor,
I see not friends but foe,
Taking every sweet, To beat me down,
Leaving me lying in warmth of my own blood,
Kissing the cold floor of my sanity.
Lighting the path of this silent corridor,
I see my heart on the right,
And my obligation on the left,
For I know which side I should be,
But no I still walk forward, foolishly balanced.
The end of this silent corridor,
Is just…
2.33pm, 11/4/11.
Do prevail.
