cuts on my legs




tried and tried, and tried, I'm too tired to try,
now I'm falling through a briar patch filled sky.

elevated just far enough to break my back,
failing to eject from my briar-patched path.

in the essence of falling I feel most at home,
green lurches nearer I'm closer to done.

my agony cry lands just short of earshot,
can not alter course to this briar-patched plot.

I long for a time when I governed my flight,
when the briars meet skin they'll render thought trite.

when I can't clear my head the briar's they help,
pulling and tearing they're bleeding my self.

landing in thickets, I'm nothing to save,
I'll be smiling away in my briar-patched grave.