I tried to run away to a far away land,
where the grass was greener,
and the responsibilities leaner.
I ran from the ghosts,
I ran to foggy coasts.
I ran from the memories.
I ran from our mistakes.
I wanted a new me, whatever it takes.
But life, as she often does, had a different plan in mind.
Now I have to say I'm a little less blind.
I have discovered my god,
no not the one you're thinking of.
I found "it" in the history here.
I connected to souls I now hold dear.
I found solace in the here-after in the stones of cathedrals.
I found hope in stone glass windows.
I found peace in battlefields.
I also found pain.
It poured down like rain.
It took my breath away,
trying my best to keep the night at bay.
I no longer fear the ghosts back there.
I fear being stuck in the metaphorical here.
I've now been unwanted,
seen a love be haunted.
I've finally stood up for myself.
Even if they think I have totally fallen off the shelf.
I have embraced my flaws,
finding the power in their claws.
I have gained respect for those waiting for me.
I have learned a new definition of free.
I learned it isn't in the lack of responsibility
but in my magnificent ability.
I find freedom in the doing,
in the dream I'm pursuing.
Here I am.
Tired of fighting.
Tired of running.
Flying home.

Here I am
On the rocky shores of life
Climbing and falling
Drowning and breathing
All at once
Not knowing where I belong
Crushes my serenity
Pushes me towards the darkness
With chains binding me from behind
I look behind with a deep breath
Hoping to find the shadow of His light

Caught in the middle, push -pull-
ugh ! it's all the same.
I saw you grow into who you are.
Enraged as I am, I cannot begin to comprehend
why.
I called you Friend.
and yet You stand before me, careless.
Oh how the mighty have fallen,
how the noble have swindled.
it's a Shame really.
Betrayal is not a fit word to suit your heinous acts.
I trusted you- to think i even dared to.
the frustration, the rage; it boils so ravenously.
Going down with your ship once again,
to carry Your Fault.
a comfy front row seat on the S.S. Pessimism.
bring out the Artillery, this means war.

to stand up and see eye to eye with you,
or to take another blow, and swallow my hurt pride?
hurling at an insane speed flies your words against my now other wise
infuriated Spirt,
to dance with a tampered soul is unwise, my friend.
you looked at innocence, and treated it like a joke.
you go stain your hands with filth from god knows where
and then return arms wide open, " I have done no wrong," you say.
Guns At the ready and eyes Locked on you,
but now...
What to trust; to expect from you is just another step closer to
your lies.
so desperately do i want to help you.
I do. but i no longer can look at you the
same way.
Grenades in hand.

if you could be cold and heartless, then this should
be no problem for you sweetness.
come dance with the same bullets you fired at me.
Steady, Aim, Fire.

Dragging me down- i don't think so.
No.
Not this time.
the Abyss can expect other visitors.
Bring out the Artillery.
all because of You...
..Boom.