Run Away

Thu, 05/23/2013 - 15:28 -- Zensho

Life—stops in a moment
Bang, cut, gone.
Safety—is an illusion
Zip, clip, done.
Survival—the one goal
Teen, street, alone.
How—did I end up this way?
Hit, Fist, door.
So—here I’ll stay
Better off any way.


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