• =emancipation=

    sitting alone but still it lingers
    your stinging touch, your strength, your fingers

    your voice echoes through the trees
    and its taking over, it's like a disease

    abused and lonely, but does it matter?
    theres nothing left to bruise and batter

    i've fallen harshly, bent and shattered
    its how you left me jagged, and tattered

    but through the peices an image appears
    juts one is left to push back the tears

    a single step is all i needed
    and through the door my life proceeded...