Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Broken Lungs
"Never look back, you might turn around,"
He said this with a sneer and
Took off into the unknown.
I'd encounter him years later,
As the shallow breathing overtook me
And I begged for a way out.
He could only hold me,
Drop me like an infant
And listen to me wail.
When I calmed down enough
For an explanation,
I further hated him
For not burying me properly.
A zombie, I kept rising.
He would never push me down,
Kept telling me to keep going
Until I thought my lungs would burst.
Smiles became less and less.
Tears, enough to flood the land.
There was no more of him to save me,
But he continued trying.
A fool, I ran away until
I found death in shallow places.
But he still found me in the afterlife.
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He said this with a sneer and
Took off into the unknown.
I'd encounter him years later,
As the shallow breathing overtook me
And I begged for a way out.
He could only hold me,
Drop me like an infant
And listen to me wail.
When I calmed down enough
For an explanation,
I further hated him
For not burying me properly.
A zombie, I kept rising.
He would never push me down,
Kept telling me to keep going
Until I thought my lungs would burst.
Smiles became less and less.
Tears, enough to flood the land.
There was no more of him to save me,
But he continued trying.
A fool, I ran away until
I found death in shallow places.
But he still found me in the afterlife.
2-8-10
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Broken Lungs
Broken Lungs
