Fog

A mind so clouded I can no longer see

My desires, my fears, my thoughts on destiny

Unable to breathe, ever gasping for air

Pieces chipped away, no longer able to care

What was once well planned, now lost in the mist

Once guided by red, and the feeling in my fist

Then guided by my heart thus leading me here

Relapsing from the things that made me feel fear

I no longer know what it is I shall do

I ponder on things, wonder if they're true

Question if I'll just be hurt once more

Time and time again, like it was before

Sometimes I long to finally see the end

Acknowledge the last days that I will spend

At least in solitude, one thing can be sure

I can be who I am, it's when I'm most pure