When I imigine it,
it's a soft chill,
which cools my body.
I don't hear your voice
nagging
cutting
bashing.
I hear the freedom,
resounding in my head,
you are free
you are free
You are at peace
Away I will go,
from the places which burned me,
far from the places which haunt me,
Free from the arms which bind me.
You are not there.
You speak no sound.
You are not alive,
yet you are not dead.
But you are lifeless,
And I am at peace.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 10:15 PM UTC
When I imigine it,
it's a soft chill,
which cools my body.
I don't hear your voice
nagging
cutting
bashing.
I hear the freedom,
resounding in my head,
you are free
you are free
You are at peace
Away I will go,
from the places which burned me,
far from the places which haunt me,
Free from the arms which bind me.
You are not there.
You speak no sound.
You are not alive,
yet you are not dead.
But you are lifeless,
And I am at peace.
