When the rain falls, Washing away the caked-on dirt from your face, The thick of your web fails as the silk drops from the weight, And I can breathe again.
Free from the venomous barbs and guilt-ridden limbs That poke holes in my skin, Free from my vital force being drained, No longer a mere husk or cask For you to tap and drain the crimson liquid, I am no longer a dinner tray for your demonic maw.
I won’t be suffocated by your vice-like grip darkness, I can’t be held down by the dimly lit specters, I won’t save you from yourself, Since you only wished to drown me further.
I am free of it, Falling onto verdant paradise, As the sun ignites my soul ablaze, I can live again!
Another journal entry turned into a poem. Man I was an angsty teen lol