Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Love is a black flame,
Desiring a touch, a
Taste, a feel of something new.
I travel with confusion
Holding my hand.
The pain is bitter,
And I close my eyes
And bite my nails.
A shoelace noose to end it all,
But I became birthed again.
Walking a trail of gravel and dust.
When the water fell,
I no longer thought
Of god crying.
I no longer felt god's hands
Pushing and urging me to go.
Perhaps they were never there?
So alien to the feeling
Of betrayal, I drag my
Nearly lifeless corpse into the
Shadows; my shelter,
Until I start to run again.
2-22-10
Desiring a touch, a
Taste, a feel of something new.
I travel with confusion
Holding my hand.
The pain is bitter,
And I close my eyes
And bite my nails.
A shoelace noose to end it all,
But I became birthed again.
Walking a trail of gravel and dust.
When the water fell,
I no longer thought
Of god crying.
I no longer felt god's hands
Pushing and urging me to go.
Perhaps they were never there?
So alien to the feeling
Of betrayal, I drag my
Nearly lifeless corpse into the
Shadows; my shelter,
Until I start to run again.
2-22-10
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