As I close the gates to trauma I get caught by (the) shades of regret. Bleeding eyes stare, from the inside, At mirrors that reflect the distress.
Watch me, vigilant.
And I can't even hide, No matter what I try.
Take my hand, rescue me From the madness I'm in too deep. Save my soul, feed my will, Give me one good reason to live.
As I try to fix the faulty I, myself, become my nemesis. Memories are cruel disciples Of relapse when I'm awaking.
Watch me, vigilant.
"You can't write your book When you reject your own past, When you reject to be the main character You must die. You must see you dying to know That you're still alive."
