Officium Triste - Pathway of Broken Glass


Follow the trail of blood, 
From my feet, 
I left behind, 
On the pathway of broken glass. 

Broken glass everywhere I walk, 
In every direction I go. 
To the left, the right or straight on. 
Every step my blood flows. 

And I bleed, 
For you, 
For them. 
Wish I could leave, 
With you, 
And them. 
To be free 
From glass 
From blood 
From pain 
Away from this pathway 

The pain I feel at every step I take. 
On the road you call life. 
Suppose it's some sort of debt I've made. 
To be paid by blood left behind.

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