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.