Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Quite Bitter Beings
Condensation slides down
The window, I am gripping
Anger like a blade.
Catatonic, I press it into
My heart to feel the life
That once radiated my
Mind, slowly drain away.
My thoughts are a disease,
Eating away at the lewd words
Leaving my vile villain tongue.
As my soul departs to
The tepid lake of fire,
I sever the silver cord and
Allow I to become a ghost;
Not opaque like a spirit,
But gray like aged bones.
Walking in the great below,
I fall upon the jagged teeth
Of the bastards and cretins
I sent to this ungodly mess.
I see the living as shadows
With no faces, washing away
The grotesque images of me.
The skeletons dance distortion
And I abhor their flexibility.
The morning star becomes
My sheep, his anguish I
Drag around and expose.
To annihilate his corpse, I
Would have to hallucinate his
Life and render him human.
But he is a hellion, a demon
Dragging the refuse to
The dumpster, demented in
Appearance but loved by only me.
12-8-09
The window, I am gripping
Anger like a blade.
Catatonic, I press it into
My heart to feel the life
That once radiated my
Mind, slowly drain away.
My thoughts are a disease,
Eating away at the lewd words
Leaving my vile villain tongue.
As my soul departs to
The tepid lake of fire,
I sever the silver cord and
Allow I to become a ghost;
Not opaque like a spirit,
But gray like aged bones.
Walking in the great below,
I fall upon the jagged teeth
Of the bastards and cretins
I sent to this ungodly mess.
I see the living as shadows
With no faces, washing away
The grotesque images of me.
The skeletons dance distortion
And I abhor their flexibility.
The morning star becomes
My sheep, his anguish I
Drag around and expose.
To annihilate his corpse, I
Would have to hallucinate his
Life and render him human.
But he is a hellion, a demon
Dragging the refuse to
The dumpster, demented in
Appearance but loved by only me.
12-8-09
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Quite Bitter Beings
Quite Bitter Beings