Lying here in this dead memory,
A lost ocean waiting to be awoken.
I float though the nothingness,
grasping for something to hold.
This must say I'm bold,
Because he's after me.
No hiding, only seeking,
I'm hunted;
My mind's memories chase me throughout this void of life.
Death awaits with a new beginning;
A new story; an epic adventure.
But I'm not the hero.
No, I'm the damsal in distress,
Waiting to be saved, to be carried off and live happily ever after.
This life.......
This day.......
Is it all a lie?
Or am I to die,
Happy as a lark.
