seh3dance (seh3dance) wrote in 100journals,

The Meltdown

That ice burgh is your safety zone 
What happens when it melts? 
Heads down, your headed for the worst, 
Enjoy your last few breaths. 

Behind your back, throw worthless pennies 
That break the water's glass. 
Splitting hairs with cutting edges 
So sharp that they could kill. 
Mirrors showing what is there, 
Reflecting through your past. 
Of days you wished on those bright stars 
that only fade or fall. 
And rainbow's have no pot of gold, 
because they have no end. 
An endless merry-go(es a)round 
They/To add another quarter.
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