The Marks On The Wall

A slight ticking

From the clock in the back

A horrid silence

It sounds to thick

I walk along the floor

Barefoot in the midst

Is something greater?

That I have yet to miss?

I continue my journey

Down this dreadful hall

To see if there is something more

Or if that's just all

I graze my hand

Along the bare, wood floor

But yet I see

There is nothing more

I come across this hall

To see if I have scored

If in my journey

That was all

But in my midst

I seem to fall

my fate has showed me

There are markings on the wall

They stand for the trials

The lies

The temptations

All the demise

All of these I cannot erase

They have left me

A bad taste

As I look to sorrow

With my weary eyes

I despise what I have become

When I walked through this hall

I have become

A mark on the wall