Thursday, June 30, 2011


I am going to escape for awhile,
Pretty please don't try to follow me.
I tried to make the best out of everything I had which was nothing.
All the mistakes I made,
All the things I've done to cure my despair that only made matters worse...

Traveling endlessly on the bleak road where nothing lays ahead,
I've lost my way back home,
Hell might never try to find me,
But boy, misery sure does love some company.

Now I'm running from the anguish,
From the fear,
Running, because I'm afraid what's behind me.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like this one too. The concept of hell not even bothering to look for the speaker is a large concept. I am loving it. I'm going to think about that one for awhile.

Mrs. Benson