Going Home

Always serves a solution,
To end a troublesome day,
To head on towards home,
Towards the peace of home.

Takes more than one falter,
To curse a day as mine are,
It takes the wrath of demons,
To stretch the day for years.

The long lost promise of an angel,
Had been broken an eternity ago,
The purest wish for peace in life,
Was lost by insanity stricken gods.

But matters not anymore,
My patience has been lost,
I must go back to my home,
I will find peace at home.

I built my home with my own hands,
Brick for brick, every bit of it I made,
Its walls hold within a kept promise,
A promise for peace and happiness.

The demons cannot touch me there,
Its far away from their cursed reach,
The gods cannot see my world here,
They have no way to infect my home.

The day is done, I am going home,
Resting my head and drifted away,
To the world built by my own mind,
My home which couldn't be infected.

Home still holds the promise it made,
Home has always been so beautiful,
Home to an angel as pure as you are,
Home has always been pure perfection.

Home may be lost in the morning,
But I'll return here in the nights,
When I blissfully dream of home,
The place my angel does love me.