I needed to detach from who I was back then; the rose-colored glasses had grown pretty slim.
Those arrows in the Darkness shot deep into my skin.
The message I received was to stop and start again.
How many levels of life do we receive?
Every time I would open up, my heart would be deceived.
So closed I live with shields and curtains.
Everything gained gives back twice the uncertain.
It’s as if the ship has grown a hole; bigger now than my very soul.
I could burn the daylight out of you, but who would gain from living truth?
We all hold secrets deep inside; the life of glue we scribbled to hide.
Repent shall bring some peace to me; this was never intended for who I’d be.
The colors smeared along the page; diamonds were cut to prove the age.
Dash into those brittle bones. Take away the debt and loans.
Trust me as I say this now.
To balance this life; I no not how.
