Hands reaching out like vines in a forest.
Always waiting to grab your soul.
Show me a way out, estranged lover,
Show me a way out, before you go..
I remember being washed clean
Before all of this trading of pain
Since then, admittedly, I have fallen
to new depths again and again
time and space
While all I recall
is that look upon your face.
My words fall too, yes,
Like broken fragments of glass
Nothing good ever comes from a journey
Ceaselessly, into the past
Yet, here I stand bewildered
How does it matter which way I choose?
Still, your order of banishment stands dictated
And who am I to refuse?