ligthnferno

We can write to forget Or we can write to forgive We can write to remember Or just to conserve a memory It Dosen't matter What you write for It all comes down To the feeling of freedom Free to Scream Free to Curse Free to Dream Free to Burst Writting sets your soul free At the doors of freedom You burst of JOY CAuse it dosent matter If no one is listening What matters is You are been Set FREE

Nor i fear Time, Nor i fear Death I sit and wait for it to crave I have no shame of what in slaves me The part of me that has no name Call it evil , Call it sin Who are you to judge me of what i became At least io know where I step Shamless me , Unforgiven you Who tought that i had become one of you Discusting Human, Unclean Demon What have i become in riddles? Nor i laugh, Nor i Cry Nor i think of death in time Time awaits for me to die Death awaits for me to cry Once upon a pure soul Never again an innocent world I felt grace in a cloud of shame I felt off grace in a quick embrasse

My spirit within Cries for a savior Shouts for him to come and not delay his coming My spirit within Cries for mercy A simple touch of grace that will set me free A savior that can see through My shame, my crime A savior who won't judge me but conforts me, teaches me! My spirit within is ready Ready to be free Ready to die, to die to this hoppless dreams We call life!

I have lost track of everything that really means or meant something in my life. I have love and hated at the same time. In the mist of everything when i losse something this big, i get lost in the way. I'm confuse and beaten i stand in a place of wonders. I wonder most of the time how things had should been and their not. I come to the point that i don't care wether i live or die. This was the last straw i had in my pathetic life. And don't get me wrong i'm not lookinf for your stupid pitty.''Profundly'' enough i'm looking for escape. I realized i lost at this game. Keeping what makes me feel safe Safety once again is broken in

There are place wich deserve to be call home and yet  I don't find it safe enough. And then there are places where you just pass by and you feel your home but your not. But there some places they don't look or feel like home and they are!. What is home?... some say is a place where you crash, others say is a place to be comfort and content but i say is a place  where you can feel and be safe. One day i went out and sweared i was coming back but along the way i got lost. Now i'm trying to go back home and I recognize this place where I am since i been here before. I taught it would be easy to go back  but obstacles along the way w