The cold road

My life is a maze

Created by me

Those around me

 Seem to always want a piece

They put up signs

They block my streets

But I'll always endure

Grinding my teeth

My struggle is insane

Sometimes I want to cry

But as I loaded the bullets

I asked myself why

So I embarked on a journey

Thoughts began to unfold

I encountered blasphemous voices 

They said warmth becomes cold

They explained there was an answer

 But I must pay a toll

Had I listened

 I would have lost

The last of my soul.