Going back I get stuck in dark places
a bitter taste left from all the traces
of memories hiding behind mind walls
built to stand through life painful falls.
Would I tear down all my defenses
in search of relief from my offenses?
But relief does not comes from hiding
throughout the years of not deciding
when holding life within my hands
I locked away my dreams and wants
while life just passed and left me alone.
But how ironic to believe I was done
and now my sleep is just a nightmare
when to break my walls I cannot dare
and death the option that becomes
when can’t let go of all that comes
and rather stay in the dark places
and hide away behind pretenses.