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


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