Lair Hill

So, I started with the best of intentions, not knowing what exactly it was I’d pay; for the many broken toes that I had left in my wake. There was a price I’d pay, but I did it anyway.

So, I lived in this dark place I’d call my home. I was miserable, and always in a fog. I was surrounded by what most would call “pitiful” (conditions), “unthinkable “ (way of life), but I did it anyway.

In Lair Hill, I tried to find my place. I threw caution to the wind, and always fell from grace. I was scared at every fear I faced. Always falling short, I had to leave that place in Lair Hill. in Lair Hill.

Everything just started to get cold. I had the world convinced I was okay, but I could never leave that place where I was a little boy. It meant growing up, but I didn’t like the taste.

I broke free from everything I was, but I had to face the monster I’d become to get there. I was sick, sick of feeling worthless and full of guilt. I begged for an answer, and a life worth living. I had to own it now to know, and feel the price I’d paid.

In Lair Hill, I tried to find my place. I threw caution to the wind, and always fell from grace. I was scared at every fear I faced. Always falling short, I had to leave that place in Lair Hill. in Lair Hill.