Night one of a better path.
I walk alone for now
Because I know I need to grow some more
Before I can love again.
Return to that place where I know
Why I exist.
Seem to forget that from time to time.
Wasted life.
Call it walking dead,
Living suicide.
A selfish escape at the very least.
I want and need my mental freedom.
Come back down to earth,
To that path that was once so enlightening.
An artists pain always seem to be that defining voice
That speaks inside
Its almost easier to feel that way these days.
I must escape this town
I always seem to drown in.
Free climb up and out
Cus you know I need to feel that adrenaline.
Almost forgetting temporarily what it means to feel alive,
But never for long.
I'm leaving here,
I'm gone.
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