Running from the ghosts of the past. Go as far and as fast as you can. What will it take to outrun the vile memories of a life wasted? Tighten the noose, swallow the pills, let the life drain from freshly opened veins.
Would the specters follow to the bowels of hell or would it be far enough at last? Broken on the rack, spirit ground under heel again. Realization the dreams were really an illusion and happiness you have yet to taste. Heart shattered, skin ashen, hands scarred and stained.
Storm of life raging and ships passing all to fast. Measured and weighed, the circumstances of sins. Every morning in the mirror, same as days gone by, monster faced. Reality hits that though much was lost, more has been gained.
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