Counterfeit

A display of my feelings toward involuntary choices.

An involuntary choice,
A shattered life.
My path is not my own,
A journey, away from the Light.

Embrace this vessel,
The transcient body.
For the soul is lasting,
The part you never see.

The looming entitys gaze,
The animus crowds remarks.
Insult and Injury my friends,
As I lie here softly, alone in the dark.