I Express Myself Through Writing

"Cognizant Stranger"... Broken dreams.
Fleeting hope.
Empty road.
No place to go.
Do I have enough to give another?
I'll walk straight through you and your life, on my way to another.
Hide from the light, emerge during night.
Tell me your truths, I'll tell you all lies.
Dug my own grave, this is my story, where you do not belong.
So move along, before I break your soul and bury you beneath me.
It's not a place you'd like to be.