Escaped- Brandished so the burn would remind me- Where I came from- Now I can see the sun- The life I never lead- Has come now to bare fruit- Standing still, waiting on the edge of the world- Looking from the outside in- A prisoner by own hands- I made my great escape- Pulled myself up with the rope- Instead of lynching myself with it- ----my forks in the fattest part of the steak---- ----the neon lights singing me lullabies--------- ----and I bought a gun--------------------------- ----late night nicotine and coffee stains on blueprints for the escape------------------------------------------- ----Allies come in strange ways------------------ ----When proving to yourself--------------------- ----you have titanium balls---------------------- Everything you know, for once- Now needs to be practiced- Everything you could of understood- Now needs to be learned- Or it’s on your head- Crawls in between the bed sheets- Into you’re cereal, each morning-
Reason for writing:
bad breath
Birth sign: Libra
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