Journeys

Some times i feel as if my life leaves much to be desired, but i have travelled far. I've loved, and lost, and loved again. I have lived and died a thousand deaths, I have seen the gates of hell, and yet, i still remain. But ghosts i laid to rest, they come to haunt me now, from a distant place, long ago, disturbing and tormenting me. There was darkness there, even though the sun shone bright, and warmth, but i was always cold. Oh how i long for sweet release, from this pain, these tears. And memories that won't let go, for almost a thousand years