Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence.
Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence
Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity
Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape

Walking through forests and hallways
Running through long nights and sleeping through set ways
Bound to the recognition of rattle snakes surrounding
willing to trade their consciousness for the promise that you'll drown
How could their slip so many serpents through these trees?
How could they survive the frosted morning and the seas constantly storming?
Are they replenished by the breeze and rains greening the prison's leaves?
Or just feasting on the wounds of those not yet conforming?

Avalanches


From a young age to believe in humanity took more faith than to believe in any god
He could barely see the pine tree tops poking through the fog
when he walked to school his first day, Where was the green of this Eden? he thought,
Where are the grizzly bears I never see them. Frozen, perceiving, he can observe Earth breathing but he can't escape the gaze of a single heathen

Before he set a foot in class he knew that he could never pass for one of them
still he managed to never break down in front of them. tried and couldn't make friends with none of them. He did his best not to play the blame game on those
who constantly made him feel shame.
He was a social reject, he wasn't insane, he watched the same TV as them
He knew he was lame

He was fat, his hair was frizzy, he was less jock than thespian, he wore matching sweat pants and tops, and frankly, looked like a lesbian.
So goes the story of his insecurities consuming a wilderness he had to abandon to see the beauty of it's blooming.

I'm still, I'm still running. Running from your smiling face.

Avalanches in aging winters cower in the candid cold of prepubescence.
Snow sprinkling on school rooftops but shoulders are colder a mere reminder of life's material essence
Peripheral slithers infect my memories. Why not pine trees and natures miracles as far as eyes see before baring the burdens of barbarity
Traveling trails to find from your piece of mind, No Escape