29 December 2012
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…
Elevators To Space. • Opuss № I