Temptations of writing, to speak
Ripping at the man I have became
Unsettled, I don't know how to run backwards
To regain the fimilar ground I have rooted into
I am here in the vast emptiness
Questioning and questioning
The storms within have blown out
The fiends are scattered if not broken
I am here in this void
A shadow of the soul that was
This is me sitting here on a milestone
The war wrecked reality within me, healing
The dark past no more holds collar and leash
The broken times are outshined by the good
Temptations of writing, to speak as I once did
Ripping at the unknown, feeling lost in the colourful chaos
The storms have blown out
The fiends are scattered if not broken
Here I sit in the recovery of a war wrecked soul
The reality I have known is no more