Release

No longer bound in rusty chains,
I feel the wind on my face,
I feel it on my lips as it rains,
The pain has left without a trace..

The cold hands disintegrated,
They can't pierce my skin and clutch my heart,
They're no longer integrated,
I'm too strong to fall apart

I speak to the old ghost inside my head,
Still sitting on his perch laughing one last time,
I tell him to find another home to shred,
Before the angel slays you with her chime

I arise from burning embers,
I arise from dulcet weeping,
My hand no longer trembles,
Serenity reminding me the peace of sleeping

The sun pierced my demonic clouds,
Such warmth nudging me to life,
No more ghosts in crowds,
No more pleasure from the bloodstained knife

I don't sit in a corner watching myself anymore, both of me finding new ways to utterly obliterate any sense of emotion or happiness. It feels as though a burden has been lifted. There isn't a frozen shade hovering over my bed, watching me, and guarding forbidden sleep. I can walk alone and find something to bring a smile to my face.

The daggers in my mind have been dulled, and are now nothing but harmless toys to me. They amuse me now, and so does my love.. Maybe that was what I was looking for. I needed love to make me realize that there is always light to be found, even in the abyss that seemed to be my mind. Dreams of black broken glass are over, the colors have returned to me, and I will not lose them again.

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