the shadows move here
the walls are like liquid
I dont feel safe here
the air is full of acid
my bones are veneralmy heart is aging
there is so much more to fear here
my tribal thoughts need caging
I hear the whispers
of the men of old
I stumble upon many mine fields
that only their ghosts have ever been so bold
to have escaped to
And I’ll,
I’ll escape
I’ll run mindlessly through the feild
the feild where the bombs lay
with my arms wide and open
my heart unafraid
The shadows move here
the walls are like liquid
there’s no safety here
my tounge can taste the acid
but on some wild spinal rush
i’ll escape like those ghosts
and i’ll explode in to legend.
~brittany 9-10-09
also on my tumblr
