A Taste of Freedom

He felt the sand on his feet,

But not the undeniable urge to fight

When everything went wrong for him

One lazy, foggy night.

Swirling in emotions

He absolutely couldn’t control

What he lost that night wasn’t freedom

It was his entire soul.

Sins taste so lovely

When flesh meets fantasy

Wanting to be so close to comfort

Doesn’t come so easily.

Closes his eyes to scream

Nothing hears the sound

He begs for some kind of redemption

But it is never found.

A taste of freedom comes in waves

He doesn’t understand, nor want

Memories he reduced to ashes;

And man, do they haunt.

Tonight he’ll have his breakdown

For tomorrow a new day dawns

He’ll rip the atmosphere of riddles

Then kill off all the pawns.

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