Through ashy fog, she grabbed her purse
Elevated consciousness only makes it worse
She thought but never spoke
The words
Spit through straws and emptied claws
A generation of giving up
Just run, she stared at the stars
Shooting through her spine
Milking, giving, bleeding dry
clock tick bursting brain cells
Stuck, she's running
Out of time.
The trees have died, her soul
Feels the emptiness too
Rushing from Earth to flesh
the best of her has been spent
In change, but nothing seems to change
Gray and bored of this terrain
To give it all or give it up
A lifeline short of strokes of luck
Just run. Escape.
Erase the face that brought you down
That threw you to this place in
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
Through ashy fog, she grabbed her purse
Elevated consciousness only makes it worse
She thought but never spoke
The words
Spit through straws and emptied claws
A generation of giving up
Just run, she stared at the stars
Shooting through her spine
Milking, giving, bleeding dry
clock tick bursting brain cells
Stuck, she's running
Out of time.
The trees have died, her soul
Feels the emptiness too
Rushing from Earth to flesh
the best of her has been spent
In change, but nothing seems to change
Gray and bored of this terrain
To give it all or give it up
A lifeline short of strokes of luck
Just run. Escape.
Erase the face that brought you down
That threw you to this place in
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