I knew it was too late for me to escape from your siren this time,
and as I stood in the middle of a crowded street with my own shadow,
facing me, were all of my insecurities, which tempted my empty thoughts,
so I decided to quickly grab hold of the vacancy with my bare hands, bravely diving down below.
I slipped away into an inviting illusion of your acclaimed ancient power,
and I dared to look behind myself to see if it was really you, yes, still alive,
myself; kicking and screaming, being forced to fall facedown, scraping my knees,
while managing to rip the dagger right out of your hands, I then took another frightening dive.
Now, I found myself plastered onto a stained-glass shield of mistaken identity,
I felt forsaken; I began to drown within a swirling, stale brewery of gross unpleasansce,
you then took the rusting key and locked me within the iron cage inside your beatless heart,
but I knew that my only real weapon for survival still remained within me, trapped in my given sentence.
Instead of being confined to a life controlled by all of your sick and wasted senses,
I knew that if I took that one chance leap, which lead into the tainted fourth dimension,
I would definitely break free from these bloody chains you had tied tightly around my wrists,
and you, along with your cruel intentions, would breathe your very last breath, along with my ascension.
So I took the risk at hand, with all of my pale strength and worn-through body,
I grabbed hold of the dangling rope, and I swung across your vast, polluted ocean,
at the same time, making sure to rip the blindfolds off, from my blackened, swollen eyes,
and as I finally am able to gain eyesight, again, I boldly wave goodbye to all your deadly perversion.
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