Seems like two thousand years I spent chasing something that is now a ghost.
I shouted til my lungs gave out
And cried until my eyes resembled blood.
What’s between the heartbreak and where I am now?
Well, there was silence
Smiling when I wanted to frown…
Closer- I thought I’d gotten.
But, I’ve always had trouble reading depth.
It’s been what seems like two thousand years that have passed…
I caught that something
And it fought me until I set it free.
Two thousand year it seems has passed
And I’d still rather live- alone with the being hurt by you than learn something new and it then hurting me.