Sunday, November 20, 2011

the Crash

Exotic fulfillment engulfed in wildfires
Smiles across the sun burnt skies
The greater the height we fly higher
Until the chill of reality settles in

And we begin to plummet down
Far into the earth's ground
Until silence is the only sound
That our ears become akin

And the darkness it holds us
Paranoia breaks our trust
Into death's abyss we're thrust
And all we want is out of this skin

1 comment:

  1. I LOVE the last sentence. "And all we want is out of this skin" I have felt like so MANY times. Like I just wanted to crawl out of my skin, this just sick disgusted feeling. You chose the perfect wording!