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Jun 2016
In the prologue of relapse
I realized my last time was my last

Back when more things weren't right
I'd escape in the night
And put myself somewhere in the clouds
Emptiness embraced me
Nothing has changed lately
Dead leaves were covered in white and brought greener trees

Back? Oh God I'm not going back
Now... I know where I want to be but just don't know how
Alone. Just accept I'll die forever being on my own
Written by
Ovid  Virginia
   Dana Colgan
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