~REFINED~

I'm crying,
its not a dream
I can't breath.
I watch,
I stare,
so tired its twisted,
crashing,
burning,
its never lasting.
Just wanna be free,
don't make me choose between
you and me,
it can't be done,
I'd rather be
on my own,
on the line
walking the wire.
Corruption
leaves my brain tattered,
with little time
to shine,
I just need to find my place,
the doors always been open,
no longer to be slammed in my face.
Don't slap my hand,
am taking a stand
I remember
what its like,
to be on my own
that little place
I call home.
No longer empty
was just in a trance.
Remember my face,
its all in good taste
I found my place
its not a case
Its a natural fact
am home,
in my heart,
ready to create art,
been given a new start.
Fresh,
and ready to move on.

CLW
02-20-10