| Written: OCT 21, 2001 |
Stifled in the darkness of sleep,
Choking on my life entire.
How can I escape my dread Fate,
When it is I that remains here.
Skeletons in the closet would be welcome,
As my fiendish gargoyles claw from within.
Acknowledgement has arrived to me,
Now I only need to begin the long path.
Sanity, warmth and happiness are promised,
Half hid and mysterious, I reach towards it.
Change is on the horizon,
But can I find the energy to travel?
First I must shed these grasping pasts,
Run through and not from the pains.
I struggle through the sorrows,
But I find that it isn’t helping.
Not truly the pasts that causes the pains,
Yet instead they are my choices.
I drown in the tears and in surprise I gasp,
Swallowing all the pains, I realize the hands are mine.
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