Saturday, November 26, 2011

Fugitive

Fugitive




Escape seemed like paradise,
Before the strangle holds.
Restricted from the light of day,
I run but hide myself away.

What pleasure can I come to know,
Where I fight the law again ?
Reaching home seemed a treasure,
But I'll never see her colours now.

Racing through the deserted town,
I miss the touch you gave.
Saving me from desperations way,
Where no-one came to notice me.

How long must I keep running ?
I hope to find secure times.
Away from fear of betrayal,
That can lead me back to that hell.