Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I mean, come on, after all…
After all, they are, only veins.
So small and appealing,
Begging for the knife,
Desiring the slit.
I can make it all better.
I can make it all worse.
But I can make it happen.
They condemn me a coward,
I'm begging for chances.
Hidden in, the faraway corner
In a faraway mindset.
Swearing and cursing humanity.
But comfortably, running out of words.
April 30, 2009
So small and appealing,
Begging for the knife,
Desiring the slit.
I can make it all better.
I can make it all worse.
But I can make it happen.
They condemn me a coward,
I'm begging for chances.
Hidden in, the faraway corner
In a faraway mindset.
Swearing and cursing humanity.
But comfortably, running out of words.
April 30, 2009
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I mean, come on, after all…
I mean, come on, after all…