Isn't a Path Left

In a moment beyond words, 

prior to the formation, 

an emotion

escaped my secret.

In a place beyond time, 

before the reclamation,

I told you

to just keep it.

Wreckage

from the collision

that splintered

my psyche

was lying around

Looking 

in every direction

realizing

only deception

was to be found.

The truth of it

abandonment

with her hatred

progresses my death,

No answer to be told,

no sales to be sold,

and

there isn't a path left

No future

set in stone

but my destiny is hell

amongst my brethren

who don't give a fuck.

Suicide,

homicide,

maddening is the plea

of one who's never been

smiled upon with luck.

A broken soul

that can't grasp

or conceive

a concept

of any happiness.

To be loved

was the goal

that leaves me

chained and bound

to an eternal loneliness.