Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Master Fiend
Happiness is a blister forming
Slowly upon my lips.
A painful smile, I throw love
To the garbage and charm
The pants off of my demons,
In order to turn them angel.
Their wings not warm and fuzzy.
Their hearts not tickled pink.
Their only strife is breathing.
Moonbeams dance around me.
In the candlelight I do see
Diamond dust sprinkled upon
Their precious wings.
As precious as a unicorn,
Though not as important.
Footprints so delicate, like
A wolf, following me.
When they fly like eagles,
Jealousy burns but I swallow it.
They are not sparrows, but
Mere dragons spitting fire at my
Slip-of-the-tongue smirk.
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Slowly upon my lips.
A painful smile, I throw love
To the garbage and charm
The pants off of my demons,
In order to turn them angel.
Their wings not warm and fuzzy.
Their hearts not tickled pink.
Their only strife is breathing.
Moonbeams dance around me.
In the candlelight I do see
Diamond dust sprinkled upon
Their precious wings.
As precious as a unicorn,
Though not as important.
Footprints so delicate, like
A wolf, following me.
When they fly like eagles,
Jealousy burns but I swallow it.
They are not sparrows, but
Mere dragons spitting fire at my
Slip-of-the-tongue smirk.
2-10-10
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Master Fiend
Master Fiend
