Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Bleed from Angles

It's gray,
And it's always gray.
A world in which
No color exists
Plagues me, as I can
No longer feel.

I ignore the clouds.
So blurry and blended
Together, forming
A new sky,
Sallow as a dead body.

The land rolls
By and by.
Hill after hill,
I fall from them all.
I slide down
And rest upon the green.

I bleed from angles.
Left and right.
It mixes with rain puddles.
I realize I am dirty,
Turn over and face
The light.

10-1-09


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Bleed from Angles

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