It's everywhere around me
suspended in the emotions
of what I used to be

I feel so cold now,like all my tears are freezing.......
I think I'm breaking free

As I lay myself open with words
my pen becomes a razor
the pages turn into veins
and with each and every drop of ink
I loose a part of me

A red tide is coming in
it washes over me
the salty warmth is such a comfort
it feels like coming home
At last I'm breaking free

Why do I still cling so tight
when I long to just let go
am I still just waiting
for someone to fill the empty left within my soul.......
another drop,another piece of me

Blackness closes round
are those stars or firefly's that I see
my pen is running dry,my grasp is getting weaker
at last my past is behind me
I'm crossing the threshold

At last I'm free from me.