The Unread Palm

As a palm reads of misfortune, you are meant for the fist
To reject fate is a torture
I can tell you how hard it hits
The vast shades of dull grey multiply
You will bend, never break
With a passive disillusion to the trees
And a curse deeply rooted as I count all of my rings
A cascade of old shame floods the soul
Let it wash over me

A cascade of undying shame
Misfortune, from which you came
Even illiterate minds can open and read you
A line of heart ends, the reading was true

To the fact that you follow in footsteps walked on paved roads
To the fact that you try to find false pride in this hell hole
In spiral shame

Don't become a victim to your own heart
because some are made to be broken
And some are thriving and full
Unfit for living inside of a box
In a palm that reads misfortune
Despite any efforts of valor the reading was true

To the fact that you wallow in sorrow to the same songs
To the fact that you choose to plant roots where you don't belong
In spiral shame

If horses were wishes my ride would end soon
My wishes never come true
I want every breath, nothingness, an abyss manifested

They say fake it until you make do
Most never will

The read stays true
These hands have serpents inside
Slither, coil, and writhe