I lock myself inside my head,
A world created in my stead,
Where I am alone, Terrors have fled,
Where all your curses remain unsaid.
Where crimson fire doesn't burn,
Where painful lessons I do not learn,
Where age and pain does not turn,
To dust resting in ancient urn
You are the taint I could never miss,
As I fall and free myself, this is bliss,
World rushes by my side,
In the shadows I no longer hide.
I hope your happy as I lie,
As life rolls back and I die.
This is your fault and I hope it remains,
In your head for all your days.
I wrote this in English, we had to write a poem/song that described a sensative subject.
What do you think?
