Escapist

by Renegade Angel   Dec 1, 2011


Unshapen lives, and cold caresses.
Shapes of untold begin to saunter close.

The cold wind shakes this body.

Deep down in this dungeon.

Smearing mascara, blood red nails.

Their sneers hurt.

Their handprints leaving yet more permenant memories of woe.

Push through, Push through...

Unchain this pain, i need just one chance.

One breath.

Alas, The Nightingale flies because of my escape in the free falling snow.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Exostosis

    This piece is short, yet it is filled with an unexplainable pain, a period of smothering that is upheld and eventually released.

    Beautifully written hun =)

  • 13 years ago

    by Innocent Fairy

    This is good I loved reading it it's delightful :) 5/5

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