A Suicidal Fate

For us to imagine vines breaking through a paneled window
Growing ever higher
Our feet planted on the ground with no intention of moving
The cool autumn breeze nailing us to the ground
A robins chirp could possibly melt our hearts
Our fingers frozen with the ice air from the coming winter
While our simple locks gently danced with its music
The paved road under us moved with every break of the soil and the twigs that fell within its reach brought an array of colors
All this is unreal to us
Serenity and peace are unusual for  dark and lonely souls
No such feeling has ever been
And confusion is inevitable
Reality is what is left when the daydream is over
Because no such beauty lies within the path of a sinner
The noose is at the dead end and we all are walking ever so faithful towards it
The scars alone tell the world what we intend to do
For the silent ones commit the loudest of cries
And we will continue to breathe the heaviest of fogs
No such beauty could ever lie before us
Who ever could dream up such a fantasy?
The world knows what we are
We are outcasts and liars
Nothing more than selfish egoists
Which shackles us tighter
The bloody tears that fall down our solemn faces will never be cleared
The vacant space in our chests will never be full
The overwhelming promise of something better will never come true
Let us go in peace, even if finding peace is questionable