an end to a struggling road of death and despair who would of thought we would get this far? certainly not I if anything this is the beginning of the end
these are the scars that I cannot leave behind simply because they are deeply engraved in my soul life could not place my final breathe my final sacrifice the end of an era is a start of an another marks left on my body resembling fingerprints of yours wrapped around my arm like coil blazing enormously into my flesh
I withered out like a snake shedding it's skin to be rid of you is to let go of my demons that haunted me not only during the night daylight kept me inside thoughts darkened daily my life was nothing but a black hole
to be rid is to be free to be free i had to die i had to face the darkest demons buried underneath no one should ever have access to such a thing yet somehow i managed escaping when your'e dead is just a dream that turns into a nightmare repeatedly
if you want answers i don't have them i drank away my memories with whiskey the taste still lingers on my lips
to explain is to reopen a part of my past that i no longer associate with those demons are vanished from my existence to no longer haunt me as they please to no longer have access to me no longer have permission can no longer destroy me is this what it feels like?
i question,to be free,not entirely although the thought does relish in my mind perhaps just a small portion of liberty enhances my perception of reality in the end, there is still plenty of darkness around me anticipating its arrival but your fingerprints have now vanished into thin air just like the rest i no longer fear you i can't escape them all