Sometimes, we all need to escape.
To free ourselves from the burdens of those around us.
To distance ourselves..
To fly away...
Disappear...
So we hide ourselves in playing sight.
Lose ourselves in sepia clouds of unspoken lust,
Floating..


Weightless above the world below.
Not to be "better" than the ones beneath,
but to forget they ever existed.
Glancing over your shoulder just in time,
Watching them wither away,
Suffocate in the dust you left behind,
Like moths wreathed in flame.

And you do forget,
You soar to that special place,
Your haven, surrounded by two way mirrors,
Walls where all can see
But none can watch.
And everything is perfect.
Until you come down,
And the mirrors shatter into red hot shards
That tear into your flesh
in a way only reality can.
The rush is gone.
your haven, diminished.
Remnants of your egotistical ****** lie strewn about,
In the form of smoldering wings
On a dust caked floor.....


Somewhere in the rubble


The ones you escaped...




Are still gasping for air.