I stretch out wide seeing fire rise from behind me.
So much pain to the absolute highest degree.
Wishing for a sign of hope and faith soon.
I will be broken and finished by the next full moon.
I mend broken memories together with a book.
I mend self-esteem with a shower and a new look.
But all is temporarily a mask of pain.
On my way to a more content domain.
Turning the freeway setting off and down shifting.
No more fighting and no more spirit lifting.
I am heated but a heart gone cold.
No more striving no longer standing so bold.
