Elevators To Space.

There's a bloody flame
Licking in my eyes,
And a sick knot
Shredding my stomach.

I think the sky isn't my answer.
I failed that aspect again,
And to reach for it now
Is admitting defeat to myself.

If I cut out every last stitch
Of mundane disorders
And dismantled mentalities
That sicken me so,

Who the hell is left?
I didn't ask for it.
I asked for just oxygen.
And you're stealing that too.

My walls, white and tar ribbons,
Crimson and hell bound,
Oh you're not safe here.
Run. Run! I'm begging you.

This is prison, those mirrors!
And no answers hide in you;
I see that now,
Violent cravings and sweet surrendering:

I won't be stable again.
And those grasslands are dead.
So get over it.
I failed…