Choke

Jul 12, 2009 14:13

Choke by enigmacyofme

Roses are red
Violet is green
Dear god, when do we wake from this dream?!

Contorted into a cube of fumes
Whose chimneys stab a ripped skyline.
Gotta find my way back home,
But the palace is now an empty tomb.

Can't hide the poison in my lungs,
Or climb a ladder without its rungs
I can't be honest with myself,
When lies hold hostage my tongue.

Craving the antidote to this disease,
Crawling along hands and knees.
Clouds darken whilst earth explodes in flame,
Stop feeding the fire.

Reaching towards something not there,
Hallucination turned into nightmare.
I always thought we'd look prettier
Hanging from the end of a rope.
Turns out, all we do is choke.

...But who knows if it's too late,
Hope. Remains.

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