Hands on the wall — the cracks are humming
Footsteps echo like they’re running from me
Ceilings bend, the air feels hollow
I forgot how to walk where the wild winds follow

Your mirror-made rules don’t stick to me
I peel back the paint where silence breathes
I’ve read your scripts — they’re written in sand
So I drift from the crowd with a match in my hand

Exit signs — I follow them blind
Exit signs — I leave what I find
Exit signs — they burn, they glow
Exit signs — and still I go

The sky hangs crooked — the sun won’t rise
I plant my questions in soil that lies
I lit a candle in a locked-out room
The wax ran backward into the womb

All your clocks are made of bone
They tick in tongues I’ve never known
But I won’t beg for borrowed breath
I don’t owe this world my death

Exit signs — I follow them blind
Exit signs — I leave what I find
Exit signs — they flicker slow
Exit signs — and still I go

I walked out through the unmarked door
No flames. No fight. No need for more
And maybe peace is just the sound
Of footsteps that don’t turn around

Exit signs — no need to know
Exit signs — just let me go
Exit signs — no grand goodbye
Exit signs — just sky, just sky

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Wrasslin fan, chill, loves friends & family, Christian, loves video games, loves tv shows/movies, loves music, loves animals & loves working out

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Marol