Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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Her eyes crying crimson tears
Underneath the Grim Reapers icy finger
Pointing at her,
By the blood she'd vomited.
Pain etches a road map on her
Pale face, her secrets reveal
As her tongue becomes transparent,
Leaking sickness under the moon.
A silver ghost is she, impaired
To hearing truths and keeping
Company like a knife, safe in her
Pocket, the blade sharper than reality.
Her release from the reaper, her wings
To fly her like golden angels
About the fallen heavens.
Death, no longer a fear.
Alone in the deepness of her
Cavernous memory, she embraces the
Darkness and licks up shadows as
Though they were candy.
Humanity lost, the animal within
Is gone and out emerges bliss.
Without shackles, she can run and
Soon she can see free for what it is.
3-31-10
Underneath the Grim Reapers icy finger
Pointing at her,
By the blood she'd vomited.
Pain etches a road map on her
Pale face, her secrets reveal
As her tongue becomes transparent,
Leaking sickness under the moon.
A silver ghost is she, impaired
To hearing truths and keeping
Company like a knife, safe in her
Pocket, the blade sharper than reality.
Her release from the reaper, her wings
To fly her like golden angels
About the fallen heavens.
Death, no longer a fear.
Alone in the deepness of her
Cavernous memory, she embraces the
Darkness and licks up shadows as
Though they were candy.
Humanity lost, the animal within
Is gone and out emerges bliss.
Without shackles, she can run and
Soon she can see free for what it is.
3-31-10
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