If you can't leave the easy way
You might as well smash the ceilings of hell and ride the shockwave out
Let's stomp in the puddles of raining ash
Choke on our laughter and stray embers burning in our lungs
We've been forgiving to the demons
I'd rather be miserable in the way that leaves a burning trail
(Or a six-lane blazing highway)
(If we burn this place out of existence
We'll claim the void as our valhalla)
We or these mile-high walls will fall
We charge at them with suicidal speed
We only run for freedom
No longer for our lives
For if they want us back they'll have to scrape our organs off the bricks
Angels could not match our fury
R
I hate when I open my mouth and words come pouring out of me. I can't stop thinking you don't care but they still keep coming out and hammering out thoughts and once I start they don't stop until I'm empty inside, my feelings made tepid.
Sometimes I want to slit my own throat for everything I say, for walking wrong, breathing wrong. Deeper in me is love that wants nothing more than to comfort but it can't touch me, just rail against bulletproof windows as I self destruct.