Buried

Splinter the wood; bring back all the feeling,
I'm no longer a ghost but an angel of meaning.
Forgive my cries that show all of my weakness,
I’ve travelled this world to escape from the bleakness
The doors to my past are now firmly closed
Regardless of those that now seem opposed

I live for myself, no longer controlled by the lesser
The guilt, the stress and unwarranted pressures
This particular puzzle I am no longer a part
Now guided by mind and that of my heart
This lonely dark grave I’ve now stopped creating
I’ve broken my hold with those that I’m hating

The seconds of time I’ll no longer waste
Spitting the venom that’s soured my taste
Taking the pen than that of the knife
Inking the page that now is my life