heart

I can’t believe in the error of my ways
They are the things often lost in the midst of my victory.
A stepping-stone of sorts;
along the blazed path of failures.

Clearly, the brightness of my future
is forever linked to the darkness of my past.
Joined together like the siamese twin freak show
found along a countryside county fair,
their existence is based solely upon their
symbiotic relationship, cell merged to cell.

As I once again, rise
the shadows release their terrible grip
on
the dawning of this new day, and
begin planning their next
secret
assault.

Turning my back on the results,
my lust for victory
outweighs the
shame of
what once was.