to withdraw from life completely
to not be missed and not be longed for
to turn and walk right out that door
left foot right foot left foot right
an open road beneath my feet
it's the living and breathing and surviving
it's the dying here alone
it's everything that drives me away
it's losing so much at once that kills me
that slow death that keeps me grounded
i'm so sick of this place
of tasting dried-up stale life in my mouth
of caring and loving and dealing
of falling and losing and failing
i'm not ready for this sort of thing...
don't pay me no mind, sometimes knights have to chase the sunset into oblivion
