Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Popper
A bitter pill;
Down the gullet
To melt within
The stomach's walls.
No need to feel,
Not anymore.
The shy is wide
Enough to be sucked in.
Feelings are
No longer real,
The numbing desires
To take over.
Let it.
There is no pain
In death...
If you are positive
That you are going to die.
10-1-09
Down the gullet
To melt within
The stomach's walls.
No need to feel,
Not anymore.
The shy is wide
Enough to be sucked in.
Feelings are
No longer real,
The numbing desires
To take over.
Let it.
There is no pain
In death...
If you are positive
That you are going to die.
10-1-09
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