One day the Ghosts of the past will die and I will truly be free,
One day all the mistakes I’ve made no one will be able to see.
One day I will stand, and there will be no one to say,
anything to me about that day.

Did I bury the past on unholy ground?
Forever to haunt me without any sound?
How do I exorcize these?  Nothing does last.
I would rather die than be haunted by my past.

One day, just one day, if I live that long,
One day, just that day, I will sing my song.

One day the Stalkers will fade and I can once again feel free,
One day the things I said wont be remembered and I can be me.
One day I will sit in the silence, and alone I will revel,
everything else can go to the Devil.

I can not reach out or try to be human,
I must be the monster inside that is looming.
There is no comfort, no one I can trust.
I would rather die than live as I must.

One day, just one day, if I live that long,
One day, just that day, I will sing my song.

10-31-2014