Promise

Seeing it now, when we met

I was a stone

I wanted to be alone

Placing flowers at the foot

Of graves

Of friends i tried to save

They've gone away

Now i'm a slave to this promise

Dumb or brave, either way

I'm a slave to this

Saying hello to this sloppy pen again

Got stuff to figure out

Though i feel that something lost

That every memory

Every thought

I try to save

Has gone away

Now i'm a slave to this promise

Dumb or brave, either way

I'm a slave to this

I'm going to live my life like i'm dying

Not just thinking about why, i am well aware

I'm dying

An island, the idea is enticing

No sin or crime to taint my eyes

Dirty my morals

Noone but myself

Noone to fear, then...

...peace and quiet...but why?