Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
November's Reign
A treat pours down on me;
The rain, my love, sends drops
Of bliss to glisten my steps.
Hiding in personal thunderstorms,
I am seldom a smiling beast.
So adamant about misery, I
Give my soul no more reason
To stay, I allow it to go, to
Wander, to die the death it
Always wanted to, in a hail
Of raindrips as pure as virginity.
Footprints of its journey litter
The mud and the muck.
To follow, is false, just let it go.
As the rain grows thick,
I grow faint as proof that
Water is needed to graduate.
11-5-09
The rain, my love, sends drops
Of bliss to glisten my steps.
Hiding in personal thunderstorms,
I am seldom a smiling beast.
So adamant about misery, I
Give my soul no more reason
To stay, I allow it to go, to
Wander, to die the death it
Always wanted to, in a hail
Of raindrips as pure as virginity.
Footprints of its journey litter
The mud and the muck.
To follow, is false, just let it go.
As the rain grows thick,
I grow faint as proof that
Water is needed to graduate.
11-5-09
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November`s Reign
November`s Reign
