safety
By miskolina
Sat, 16 Apr 2005
- 1037 reads
there is a place that remembers
every move, each spiralling fall
a certain longing to forget
though, there's a dirty pleasure
in the pain of it all
grating right into me,
i feel its sting, that familiar burn
yes, i know the way out,
but i take a wrong turn
escaping is something that i need to earn
i bury myself as deep as i can,
this thing is a part of me
or perhaps, even all that i am
here i can be lost
away from the world i can't stand
with my absurd sense of clarity
this is certainly no wonderland
but i know it, and it knows me
for all its faults
it will always be my safety
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