Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I Am Thorns
I am
Thorns and
Bushes meant to
Help you lose your
Way.
I am an eyesore you
Cannot stop gazing at, a mere
Pebble in your shoe, grinding some
Agony into your step.
Fingers, they lust a touch they
Can never feel; I kick you out the
Door and let my hands stutter
A solemn goodbye in the
Only way they know how.
One finger smiling
Harder than
The rest.
4-4-10
Thorns and
Bushes meant to
Help you lose your
Way.
I am an eyesore you
Cannot stop gazing at, a mere
Pebble in your shoe, grinding some
Agony into your step.
Fingers, they lust a touch they
Can never feel; I kick you out the
Door and let my hands stutter
A solemn goodbye in the
Only way they know how.
One finger smiling
Harder than
The rest.
4-4-10
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I Am Thorns
I Am Thorns