Memories fade away,
For the life of a runaway,
Streets become war zones,
Filled with blood and rotten bones,
As I'm trying to run back to the past,
Wishing it would of last,
Living in a terror dome,
A place that was once our home;
I can see angels crying,
Hearing the sounds of gunshots and people dying,
Being pushed away into complete isolation,
I stand confused by my reflection,
For the day,
I don't have to hide away,
I shall wait through the years and seasons,
Until I am my own person;
Standing in the trail that leads to what could be my fear,
I'm unaware that my fate is near,
I can't help but stare at what I thought was heroes,
Knowing what I know now I rather be worth nothing like the number zero;
As it's almost over,
I feel like I'm the only survivor,
Understanding of what is a war,
I begin to feel pain in my core,
To be greatly honest, I feel tired and sore;
As I grow older,
I hope I'll become wiser,
And hope I'll live longer,
Though I am somewhat weak,
I'm done with horror show games,
I've lived long enough and had many names,
I have scars, but I'm alive with no shame,
I may never stay the same,
But I know my story will never change;