fugitive 2

So its been six months the memory is faded to a comfortable level I owe the fade in pain to the comfort of the devil I built an altar to honor its name, true forgiveness it offers to me no punishment no regret just throw it away then forever forget,probably not perfect but its the best deal yet,still I'm uneasy time to move along load up the new bike then I'm gone leave the altar leave the pain and the shame all the evil thoughts I kept in its name.Five hundred forty five miles in any direction find a new town make some new connections then settle back down,but I gotta kill one time before i go cause I got a need for a reason to leave and something for later that I can later grieve.I give no details I tell no tales just that they tried to make it out,they failed.Now without hesitation I add acceleration to my departure to another great part of this great nation.