The Kingdom of Dreams and Shadows

These bright lights
cast a shadow.
They disguise all the things I've done wrong.
So people only see the silhouette
of something vague and simple,
blinded to the scars of evil,
that just don't belong.
But its these bruises,
contusions and cuts,
the lasting reminders of pain
that make me write the poems and songs.
I've done things,
that most would never dream.
Say alive, or dead.
and now I must live with that regret
as I'm inching to your bed.
Forced to hold my head high,
as I walk this world alone.
The longer I stay
the worse it'll be to go home,
the less I'll be forgiven,
but that's a small price to pay
for this lack of fear to keep on living,
even though I'm on my own.