SNIPPETS; poetry

run away.

i want to run away.

i want to feel the breeze in my hair.

the night sky enveloping me as if i'm a star-- burned out, and falling.

i want adventure.

the adrenaline of breaking into wonderland

years after the rabbit hole is soiled into, and i'm drunk on poison.

i want to leave.

the perpetual journey for me to tramp.

screaming in concerts. running on streets once the lights flicker out.

new york. london. strasbourg.

i want to not be ok.

the laced smokes and drugged alcohol.

the combat boots, the haziness, the temporary ecstasy.

crying and shouting at four am.

with a cheeseburger in my hand and a broken friend.

i want to die.

my chemical romance, linkin park, green day, hollywood undead.

so loud i can't hear the intake of

my

last

breath.