I am free
like the song bird on a tree.
Today i told my story
to a wall with three listening ears,
I said the days were bitter
they said you walked out your fears
out the terrors of the night
away from the memoires of horror-,
I am free.
Free like the winds of forgiveness
but im sinking in the inability to forget.
You handed me life drops in a cup
and forced them through my tiny hiccups
you patronise me with kind words and gifts
sadden me with words of your reflection
and then you do it all over again
till you derive a joyful expression.
but I am free.-
Free like the edge of a river
dying to spill into the endless sea
I died long ago, in one named emotion,
revived today, still sitting in a pool-of 'hemotions'.
Hate flowing in my vein
as i hoped and pray you'd feel such pain
but didn't I forgive you already
but i forget, because of the horror
I see in the mirror
each day i awake -
from a night time of terror.
But I am free
free from my blood, pooling with hate
hoping to see your brian deflate
watch you bleed
through all the orifice my eyes could find
but of what good are you
if to life you were blind?
after all I turned out pretty well for myself
not a single imbalance
I am free
from the years of hate, self hate
and wondering how life would equate
if your undignifying act abates,
but i want you and your cowardly likes to see;
I told my story
to a wall with three listening ears
and Im free and you're forgiven,
may the Lord help me forget.
