Friday, January 18, 2008

The 6:01

Trapped in a moving cage without bars
Tempted to pounce at all that is around me
Polished nails and stiletto heels
tease me and raise my blood

With each passing moment
Eyes dart everywhere
Like a crackhead needing a hit
I'm sweating through my skin

A time bomb in the making
feeling completely invisible
Brush against me, like a match to a fuse
And watch me explode

I fear that feeling
With every layer of red on your lips
It's all in my head
Pushing down on everything else

I need to break this box
I need to run from myself
Back to my real cage
Before I break my restraint
And take you all down with me

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