just want to go home

It will twist and burn into the color
That once was the fabric
Lining your eyes.
Before me stands this shadow
Lingering in necessity as a place
That shows where I once
Felt alone

Though this memory is gone
It was overrode
by overlapping circumstances
Only to be lost amongst the trees
And the dirt roads
that led me to cyanide trees
And berries too sweet
For even the blue jays to steal...

Picture for me this;
A sunset that was taken
Violently away from your eyes
By an overcast of moonlight
That has encompassed every inch
Of the landscape above.

If you could,
Look deeply into this web Ive spun
and read the lines
That will emphasis
The heart ache left unsaid
And the pieces I left shattered
Because they tore open
My hands

Laid out in fabricated memories;
This place has become
The very epitome of your heart.
For home is my heart.

A home I abandoned
Only to watch it fall to decay
Amongst the ruins that once
Was the city we grew to hate

As I turn to leave this place,
For the very last time,
I glance down to see
The key to my heart
Dangling around my throat