Chapter 3: I
I never believed
After the twenty years I've endured
My life would come to a crash
With the burn of firework ash
Calling a taxi
While gravity drags me to the floor
My words slipping from my tongue
Twisting like the knot
I've already tried to tighten
Crawling into the backseat
Breathing heavy, commands heavier
Racing to the plaza
As a mile per hour multiplies
When you're on your final hour
Finding the backdoors
Of a crystal tower
And climbing to the rooftops
The cold, cold wind brushing my warmth away
The stars awaiting my presence
My thoughts bleeding new life
Into my tattered skin
While the countdown begins to tick
To that moment of solace
When I rise above my captor
And finally tell him
goodbye.
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