Far..

Far.. I see myself running away far
from eyes inquisitive, by the day, by the night
from dark hypnotic doors of soul they
they haunt my dreams, unexpectedly always
Though i hide myself in the darkest hole
or burn in the brightest halo my soul
there is no escape that seems to come
on my way, my path that salvation is false
...my conviction of my being fragile
...my memories swirls in longing of once
blinded i stagger nearly a mile
to that destiny of unknown, i fear, it to be, my doom
that door i know, is there somewhere disguised
fogged by illusion or is it delusion, a clever ploy
 I believed i had surpassed long ago
 I believed it gone and i was free
but uncertain are now, me and thoughts mine
me and thoughts mine....
that which haunts me
the sight i wish i never had