High Wire Escape Artist
Dedication to- Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The poem is about her success and sorrow from
all these years of fighting and never really winning. Also to Boy Sets Fire and their song
'High Wire Escape Artist' It's really good! I got inpiration from their great song.
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I open my eyes.
I see the death and decay of years now.
The lives floating by me in my cell.
I'm lost and alone.
I am beat up and lossing grip on the line
to hold up myself.
I am left to do
the work of cleaning up and more such shit.
My angel burns me when he comes in.
I have to let myself be free
if he sees what I have desolved to,
the bitch I am about to release again.
In the fire into the dark,
I still find bones and
from where I once walked and waltzed
there is something I can't escape,
not even me the high wire escape artist
can not be set off.
I've never seen a sun rise like that,
when the dark comes in.
It was you when I remember that drove me.
What happened was that
it was clouding my mind.
It made me so much,
it made me warn, sick, and twisted.
I knew it was to good to last,
the good times I had in store.
I fucked it off and the sun turned me down.
In the clouding of my mind,
there were no lines,
no hope,
no waiting.
It was the honeysuckle of myself,
something that kept me insane.
Strangly I could not fallow the tunnel.
There was no telling where it was to lead me.
If I was to get another trust and another help,
I'd find that thing I was not able to escape from.
I'd fight it way,
and stake it someday.
If I killed it right then and there,
I'd never find out why it was to be somehow.
My angel did not understand he mostly listened
and said 'Redumation- you'll get there.'
Like was suppose to go somewhere near that rocky path.
So here I am 5 by 5.
I don't care if I was to die,
maybe that's best for me.
The sceneic route wasn't best
what with all the dieing and killing.
I got so angry at all crap like that.
So here I am livin large,
I rather be by myself.
To suffer from my deeds.
Dedication to- Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The poem is about her success and sorrow from
all these years of fighting and never really winning. Also to Boy Sets Fire and their song
'High Wire Escape Artist' It's really good! I got inpiration from their great song.
by-xtHexEctASYxiNxSkiTTleSx
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I open my eyes.
I see the death and decay of years now.
The lives floating by me in my cell.
I'm lost and alone.
I am beat up and lossing grip on the line
to hold up myself.
I am left to do
the work of cleaning up and more such shit.
My angel burns me when he comes in.
I have to let myself be free
if he sees what I have desolved to,
the bitch I am about to release again.
In the fire into the dark,
I still find bones and
from where I once walked and waltzed
there is something I can't escape,
not even me the high wire escape artist
can not be set off.
I've never seen a sun rise like that,
when the dark comes in.
It was you when I remember that drove me.
What happened was that
it was clouding my mind.
It made me so much,
it made me warn, sick, and twisted.
I knew it was to good to last,
the good times I had in store.
I fucked it off and the sun turned me down.
In the clouding of my mind,
there were no lines,
no hope,
no waiting.
It was the honeysuckle of myself,
something that kept me insane.
Strangly I could not fallow the tunnel.
There was no telling where it was to lead me.
If I was to get another trust and another help,
I'd find that thing I was not able to escape from.
I'd fight it way,
and stake it someday.
If I killed it right then and there,
I'd never find out why it was to be somehow.
My angel did not understand he mostly listened
and said 'Redumation- you'll get there.'
Like was suppose to go somewhere near that rocky path.
So here I am 5 by 5.
I don't care if I was to die,
maybe that's best for me.
The sceneic route wasn't best
what with all the dieing and killing.
I got so angry at all crap like that.
So here I am livin large,
I rather be by myself.
To suffer from my deeds.