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