Rollerblades

A rampage of thoughts run through my head
Suggesting the blade be its answer.

To glide upon the exhales of my heart
and hear the echoes of the whirling breeze.

My palms are lined with the prisons of my being
deceitfully taunting me to ride these devils.

But I will not run into this escapist game.
I refuse to be part of a deranged statistic.

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