It pulls you in, an enticing invitation
So long barricaded,
it thirsts for a moment of liberation
A breath of fresh air, a second of pure delight
You know its destruction, a nightmare in disguise
Shackles made of memories, fears nailing it into place,
It can’t be let out for the past cannot be erased
All by yourself with no one to follow,
It ran wild and drunk leaving your chest hollow
The stage is new, the lesson is learned
The past is a choker, a reminder, hard earned
Letting its saccharine words and promises for the world let go,
I’d rather cut off an arm than unleash the Devil I know.