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by Avellana Mar 29, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
Held up on a pedestal I held the perfect pose Looking to the sunset I counted what was owed As the laughter turned to sparkles The sense of numbness died I jumped onto the ground And I struggled not to cry I slowly lift my head As I turn it to the sky I scream out my frustration Screaming Why God WHY Each moment that I am free I planned them one by one The full moon glows upon me And I start to run The air is not yet tainted And my lungs have yet to burn I stretch as I breathe deeply And I run the path I know I set of through the twilight Determined to leave this place But even as I run away It's co-ordinates I can't displaceThis is my decision And I can't break free For even when by day I'm stuck For pure moments I can breatheI'm running through the forest Cos I feel it in the air The air pressure is changing Even though I'm not quite there The blackness turning lighter My hearts ready to burst As I land inside the clearing My hope begins to choke I drag myself toward it For I have little left I reach it and look up to The place where I've been kept As I look to the horizon And I stand so delicately My body turns to stone Moments before the sun can touch me