The lie whisper the truth

The door was always so close and still you chose to stay

ignoring the possibility of change

as you wrestle with the demons of your own and drowning in the arms of death

still the whispering stands still as a door

and you see the key

infront of your unreachable mind.




Stay as the shout fall silent

When everything rages and disappears

going, gone in a memory

I turn around and walk away
nothing supports a genuine tone

nothing left to collect
nothing to prevent
but the time

the time

is ripe
to travel away into.