Escape
By VagrantGypsy
Everyone has their own escapeA hideaway from ourselvesClosing their eyes letting Teardrops absorb confusion to flood away the worldSilver razor blades stained with frustrationLacerate pale skin turning theBlue streams of life into raging rivers of furry and painPain that is so much lessSo much more desirableAcid trips are a shelter for the homeless when you feel alone butNo matter how far I runHow hard I strain my eyes forwardThere is no escape for meMelencholy constricting my mind lettingFatigue choke my bodySo now I can't exist butOnly existQuestioning if the seige will bring hope becauseI can't escape Written June 9th, 2001 © on Sep 28 2001 04:59 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Everyone has their own escapeA hideaway from ourselvesClosing their eyes letting Teardrops absorb confusion to flood away the worldSilver razor blades stained with frustrationLacerate pale skin turning theBlue streams of life into raging rivers of furry and painPain that is so much lessSo much more desirableAcid trips are a shelter for the homeless when you feel alone butNo matter how far I runHow hard I strain my eyes forwardThere is no escape for meMelencholy constricting my mind lettingFatigue choke my bodySo now I can't exist butOnly existQuestioning if the seige will bring hope becauseI can't escape..."