7700
Back door in that crevices of my mind.
Houses everything i try to forget and all the things Ive left behind.
They say time heals all wounds ...
I think they bleed out, scab over, and a scar is left only to remind.
Endless mind loops ... traps left by the subconcsious ... during the unconcsious.
Four steps forward ...
Two to the side ... refuse to be caught in this snare, painfully i ripped the duct tape from my eyes.
Blurry at first ... adventually vision clears.
Sun is sweeping in as the mind thankfully cheers .
Almightys rain floods this metal plane washing away traps left to claim ... my sanity.
Cast my eyes to the hills allowing my spirit to be free, Allowing myselfe to come on home to me ... Just me ... Im here ... Just me.
