Ramblings

Another chance at life may be the death of me. Why can't I see past the sins of the flesh that have been haunting me? The only thing that made me feel alive will bury me. Every time I return to the sanctity of my castle walls, pain and past regret begin to seep back in like ground water. Like bloodhounds after a wounded fox. The mistakes have locked on my scent and I can feel their breath on my heels. It may already be too late. I believe I'm not meant to venture down lost roads again or I may never again cross into the safety of my castle's gate.