Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Now or Never
No scissors splitting my skin
Open this time,
What waits for me is purely human.
Outside, the tree's rustle violently,
Respite flings itself to me.
Not interested, I walk back, to see,
Even to feel that presence, but I'm not one to
Vie for affections. I can never forgive this
Evil, for the wounds that split me open.
Returning to my seat, I ponder the act of crying.
2-26-10
Open this time,
What waits for me is purely human.
Outside, the tree's rustle violently,
Respite flings itself to me.
Not interested, I walk back, to see,
Even to feel that presence, but I'm not one to
Vie for affections. I can never forgive this
Evil, for the wounds that split me open.
Returning to my seat, I ponder the act of crying.
2-26-10
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