Escapee

The desert in the heart grows barren by the day

Where yellow buttercups once grew

Scavengers are picking the bones bare

What happens to the part of me that lies there?

No one can hear these wounds weep

I have shut my ears to them, too

But before I leave my memories behind

Sanity I must find.

I will be strong

And tomorrow will be a new day

But will it really be courage or cowardice

To turn my back on all of this?

I bury the truth in a gaping hole

Not enough sand to cover the grave

Maybe the dust of time will make me forget

That we ever met.

Regret in each step that takes me away

Guilt in the backward glances

As I take my chance to live a lie

Till the day I die.