Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I, the light
I birthed his seething rage,
From beasts so pure, a kiss
Could shatter the souls of angels.
I roddled him with guilt and
Poured a massacre of mind games
Upon his demonic brow.
The light destroys the elegance
Of shadows as he swallows
Whole the bitter regret.
This monster of skin and bone
Plows himself deep within the dirt
And forages for freedom.
What he gets he cannot chew.
In the mystic moon, he glows
And rises, but only for me.
I steal from him a slash
Upon my wrist and tired, I
Sudenly forget why he's taking my spirit.
4-15-10
From beasts so pure, a kiss
Could shatter the souls of angels.
I roddled him with guilt and
Poured a massacre of mind games
Upon his demonic brow.
The light destroys the elegance
Of shadows as he swallows
Whole the bitter regret.
This monster of skin and bone
Plows himself deep within the dirt
And forages for freedom.
What he gets he cannot chew.
In the mystic moon, he glows
And rises, but only for me.
I steal from him a slash
Upon my wrist and tired, I
Sudenly forget why he's taking my spirit.
4-15-10
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I, the light
I, the light
