to die in his arms

There is a place i do not go
to fearful of the things i may find
there is a place i can not say
and for it i require time.
to off set from reality
to far gone from the norm
i find my self lacking solid ground
i find my self lost in this raging storm.
and in his arms i can find shelter
from the thousand words and rage
in his eyes i can find safty
for i see he knows the way
in his touch i can find exasty
as tho release had never been had
and in all these things im finding
i find the place i fear to go is not so bad.
i fear the release and let go of
i fear the death of memories
i fear the present and the tingling
sensation that it brings
i fear so much i fear that i will never be free
but in his arms i find the death
that lets me be me.