a 9 inch incision down my chest.
Tearing apart and down my stomach.
Peeling away the cocoon.
Stripping my legs of skin and my arms of scarred surface.
Crawling out and out and out.
Just trying to escape my prison.
Carving my face into a smile and cutting off my nose.
Tearing organs from this hole.
Trying to leave this place.
Screaming and shaking. Soon to be snubbed by my missing vocal cords.

There it is.
The causer of my strife.
Pulling it out with arteries and tendons still attached.
*** ***, *** ***
Watching it beat for the last few moments.
Thinking of how I am now free. To leave.

Escape of my prison.
But I can’t escape the truth.
I

Must go.

Come take my hand,
and we’ll fly away.
To better times,
of yesterday.

We’ll search for places,
that are thin between.
We’ll find the tears,
and slip in unseen.

In between to nothing,
that exists there.
Where we can be alone,
without these cares.

Or we can travel through,
to the next world beyond.
Find the next in between,
and truly be gone.

We can find a place,
where we don’t exist.
Or we can choose to fall,
into the abyss.

Just be brave now,
and take my hand,
and let’s fly away,
to Neverland.

I want to go
Where the birds can go,
Escape these ***** streets
Escape in my wildest dreams,
From
Traffic ques and road rage
Constant din of the rat race,
A voyage of serendipity
Here to the deep blue sea.

The last of my self-poisoning Burns away,
and as the cigarette shortens
so does the noose from which I swing

leaving a locked door for an open window
on the second storey floor
Im in a free-fall while smiling
because I don't care anymore.

So if I hit the ground half as hard
as the harmful thoughts in my head
I know I'd be better off dead

but instead

here I stand over a buried body
reading a eulogy for the memory
of the part of me I let die
before a newborn Phoenix learns to fly