Slowly Living

I’m suffocating by the grasps of lies and scandal. Like a
fish net at the floor of the ocean you come up, capture me,
and drag me in without a sweat. I can’t trust any one. I
will not allow myself regret of what once was. I’m not safe
out here. Burned eyes blankly stare into mine as I walk down
the road. Where can I turn? I go to a house, tall and
majestic. The grasps will fall as I walk into the door. A
man is in there, kneeling with his head bowed. He speaks the
truth and I am saved.
Every time you come around I feel more alive. It’s not too
much; I won’t run form this perfect moment. I don’t even
know what’s real. Please explain to me what life is truly
like. You love me and adore me! It’s okay I can stay, you’re
the relief I’m looking for. Help me come back down because
I’m high above the clouds. You know I’m suffocating but I
blame this town. You talk to me, you know my every move, but
why do I deny the things that burn inside? I just really
want to know if there’s any way of letting go of everything
I’ve come to know.





~Storm Chaser