Alive.

I have seen demons before,
true.

In here lies my insides,
black and cold and blue.

But nothing has hurt me more
than people not being true;
myself included.

Truth is great and powerful,
truth hurts and truth saves.

Truth is a mirror through which you forgave,
truth is a shield of which I proclaim.

I want to go walking, to get lost
and to dance in the rain.

I want nothing more than for you to love me.

I am all that you remain,
I am your guidance
I am your pain.

And all that we carry in this life,
is truth,
stinking, rotting, burning truth,

whether we choose to speak it or not
is a choice of our own.

I have died and tried a thousand times,
in the arms of others,
and in the arms of my own,

but no other truth,
regardless of fact, has ever brought
me here;

Alone. Compact.

What mission was I saved from? Where was the place we last met?

Survival isn't necessary;
reflect.

*

And under the moonlit sun
she kissed me,
and I was saved.

No more a slave,
no more a slave,

no more
a burden to myself.

Regained strength - remained strong.
Regained strength - carried on.

The horses are waiting,
ride...ride...ride....

your eyes, forsaking mine -

I come alive, I come alive,
with arms open wide,
I come....

Alive.