Beyond the walls that hold you in Touch of crimson hue and stained with ink. Write your story with your blood within, Take a blade, and let the tale begin.
Down the lane, memories pretend, Casting shadows, the mind cannot lend. Let the lies be one with your self succinct, Dreaming was always your dearest sin.
And as you take each step towards the door, Rising fear, draws you back into recluse. Stories, countless, but no courage to share, A plea to take you back to the better days.
Let the pages be filled with pain and misery Write it out now, let the ink run out with your story. And with the last page, let the suffering be quenched Step outside into the sun, let a new life begin.