Freedom Prospers

Walking away, I don't look back.
Your visous ways to far to attack.
Negative impressions being battered in my soul.
Forcefully, yet slowly, building up a hole.
I don't turn around to face your horid lies.
I don't wish to hear, your pitiful good-byes.
I hate the way you make me feel.
It takes my wounds to long to heal.
So leave me now, I don't need you.
Resistance is all that I can do.