Tiptoeing on glass stilts
I blaze through this life
Creeping into blissful thoughts
of the raging insanity within
You are my drug of choice
and the manic to my depression
The trackmarks of my addiction
jagged, pointy and flowing
Screaming under water
as my lungs gracefully bow out
A solemn goodbye to commemorate
a beautifully cryptic existence
Glowing embers of red and gold
this blood stained haze is my shrowd
My soul burns with each breath drawn
as my heart bleeds itself dry
Tiptoeing on glass stilts
I blaze through this life
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
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2 comments:
Never thougght about glass stilts...unique concept, I like it!
This is brilliant. Love it!
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