Saturday, January 3, 2015

Free

I felt your gun fire at me,
I felt the bullet hit my side,
I felt every lie hit my heart,
and none of your mess could stick.

I'm free from your pain,
I'm free from the tears,
I'm free from being torn to shreds,
now no longer wanting to die.

So what will happen with your love,
will it pass on to some other fool,
will you seal their fate with a kiss,
or will you realize that your through?

I'm standing free on top of a grave,
no longer my own,
now all of life feels completely real,
no longer dealing unforgiving flames.

I'm free from your sight,
free from any worry,
free from tears,
free from everything.

I'm free from you.

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