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.