The Retort

Artificial Happiness

Thu February 4th, 2010 by The American Savage - Kyle Big Medicine For The Retort

RetortWeb: There was an error 302 processing this article. The article may look strange. [poetry] The leaves burn and i inhale the smoke The medicine begins to dissolve and i swallow the pill The bottle opens and i drink down the liquid High, High, higher i soar on wings of artificial happiness away from the worlds problems i fly away from the city’s problems i fly away from my problems i fly until it seems i cant fly any higher i fly high, high, higher until the smoke dissipates i fly high, high, higher until the medicine wears off i fly high, high, higher until i am thirsty again i fly until my wings no longer carry me and i begin to fall i fall back down towards the world i keep falling i fall right back into the city i keep on falling i fall until i hit the spot where i was once standing and as i hit that spot it hits me harder than any man could it hits me so i hard it breaks my wings what i was flying from is right back in front of me and i realize i cant escape it by flying away i take a knife and sever my wings from my body and i pick up myself up and clean myself up and began to walk where my feet will take me i do not know because i am walking straight ahead i can only see whats in front of me i have no choice but to face what i fear head on but in the end i know that though the road i walk is tough the happiness at the end will be real and that i no longer need my wings in order to soar above the clouds. [/pp]