Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Beacon of hope
Glassy tears
Streaming down
To nowhere,
A heaven
Made of hell.
Kill me of
These emotions.
Please,
In reds and
Oranges so blindingly
Bright, they sting.
A greedy hand
Plucks me from
Familiarity and
Plunges me into
A deeper unknown.
So dark, in
This basket
Of thought.
So dark since
My beacon of hope
Is heading
Out of sight,
And me without a
Proper goodbye.
9-21-09
Streaming down
To nowhere,
A heaven
Made of hell.
Kill me of
These emotions.
Please,
In reds and
Oranges so blindingly
Bright, they sting.
A greedy hand
Plucks me from
Familiarity and
Plunges me into
A deeper unknown.
So dark, in
This basket
Of thought.
So dark since
My beacon of hope
Is heading
Out of sight,
And me without a
Proper goodbye.
9-21-09
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Beacon of hope
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