Archaic methods transfer through
well in the face of mass denial. 
Bitterness fuels the mode 
for the escape of mediocrity. 
Stepping the grate, 
shattered nerves ground down 
to a glass edge carrying me away. 
Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire. 
A suicide mission destined to fail, 
a moving ladder to climb taking me away. 
I wouldn't have it any other way.