escape.

i smoke in chains to link my thoughts -
if not coherent, at least they're strung together.
an elaborate story, bordering upon absence,
words as thin as air upon hallow pages.
nothing can replace the ecstasy of memories,
there exists no placebos, my mind is beyond dead.
sweet methadone drip.
lull me to sleep,
lull me to sleep.

sweet little child, run away from your fear
but expect no rest, there exists no escape.
unless through a hole in your head,
which you've crafted yourself -
to escape from your memories.
to escape your enemies,
to escape your failures,
to escape yourself.
i hope when you fall, you can catch a halo
when you fall through the hole you've made in your head -
to escape your memories,
to escape your enemies,
to escape your failures,
to escape yourself.