The Dying Art of Escapism

[xxMichaelxx]

The Dying art of Escapism

Running away from the truth
Hiding in the cover of media
Echoing memories of a better time
When the hood wasn't over your eyes
Keep up with the times
Change like a trend
One minute you're the life of this party
the next a memory
Run as fast as you can
Escape from the unknown
stay on the beaten path
and you are destined to be a shadow
Take your shots I'm open for comment
Your words don't hurt as much as your future
or lack there-of

a gunshot in a world of silence
a permanant ink marker bleeding on the floor
a group of red lines across my arms
a single ship with no signal as it sinks lower
before you know it, it's at the bottom
and the world is none the wiser
and i lay alone in my gutter
with the rain pouring down like tears
on the anniversary of your death
I hope you find what you spend your days looking for,
hope you find that you spend your days wasting time
when you should be out breaking hearts
how is it supposed to feel so good to stand alone
when all you are doing is standing alone?