safeinthecity (safeinthecity) wrote in revelationsouls,
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The Escapologist

When I call in stinging words,
All comes to this;
A single past with eyes of green,
I touched a plastic paradise.

Once upon a hate filled time,
Words touched in marks of age,
The sting of salt filled years,
Inflamed and warped I stand.

A reverance for ungodly acts,
I take the past as a bunker,
Locked, walled and comatose,
I live in peace, where I let life.

I swallow my key and hide,
Where I can be,
And it is easy,
So easy.

Pixie (25/12/02)
::be kind, I have been unable to write for the longest time::
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