Scripted

I'm only a hop-skip from ecstasy

And a grin away from euphoria.

As I hang downside-up from

This tree limb, ankles crossed,

The blood surges from my heart

To my head and makes me believe

That it could end perfectly.

But the fairy tale always suffocates

Behind the blackness of the credits,

And so I second guess myself

And abrade my shins whilst

Descending from limb to dirt.

Reviews

[Skoo.]

To me, the first verse describes almost being as happy as you were when you were a child, 'cause of the childhood activity of hanging upside down from a tree, and how it's laced with that bright optimism of a ten year old expressing their foolproof plans to become an astronaut.
And then the second verse contrasts with that by describing losing that hope and optimism, falling out of that tree.
I really like the way you use an every day childhood experience to describe something sadder and darker.
Well written Ben (:

[The Watcher]

This is really deep and well written. Good word choice too. Kudos to you