Do Not Follow Me Down Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Hold on to the very last thread.
I know your gone, but still there must be somebody I can save.
A life for others.
A sacrifice that must be made.
Give me the shadows.
Maybe if you can't see me.
You'll be able accept it with a little more diginity.
We are all fallen angels with broken wings.
If I can teach a single human being to fly.
It'll make a me feel a little more alive.
Not just a flesh covered skeleton with haunting eyes.
The damage has been done, over it repeats.
Here is the same god damn seat.
It follows me where ever I go.
A mark for all eternity.
Intill the day I die.
I was told to just fall in line.
I would not, I was told it will be my only shot.
How true that was.
A path not taken.
A past forsaken.
Memories in my soul cause my heart to keep breaking.
Soon I'm so scattered.
Trying to make sense of the incomprehensible.
Wishing I was more indespensible.
The apprehension of the missed ascension.
Please to the top.
Sorry my good fellow but that balls already been dropped.
The anchor that drags me down.
Swimming till the day drown.
So tired, I hope I'm soon found.
Give me your back, give me your mind, it's part of our contract.
Take the shovel, dig the hole, and put yourself in it.
With dirt it will be filled.
And forever in darkness will be your curse.
With no amount of vodoo can it be reversed.
The witch doctor has no place here.
A society with standards.
And your brand isn't one of them.
The peddling permit will not be approved without the proper credentials, I'm sorry but that is essential.
Law of the land even if your living in hipsters blue chevy van.
Appearances matter not.
Only when a price has been paid with its given dues, do they accept you.
Then they wonder why we have so many homeless.
It's the system that both create and disorts.
I'm a blank page in book filled with those who been given a greater opporitunity.
I need not appologise for the facts.
Excuses are always born out of regrets.
Mistakes we feel need to be righted.
Falling into the cracks.
The empty space inbetween.
The void unseen.
That is me as I fight just to breath.
Guiding the blind who should be able see.
Metaphorical effects, harsh concepts.
So inept, inadequate.
Welcome to the long drawn out conclusion with no solution.
I'm a prisoner of my own making doing it on my time.
And all I have to share with you is a wish for you to not follow suit with an overcomplicated rhyme.
A farewell with a clock that never chimes.