Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
The world is a stubborn venom,
Broadcasting itself far and wide.
Destroying the sensitive,
Heightening the pure to twilights
That have yet to be witnessed.
My ripped viens leaking a paranoia
Of voices that remained unspoken
For too long and now,
They spread their whispers like the wind.
My angelic fingers slip a giggle
Into written words to become
A delicacy for the feeble.
To strengthen them with sensuality,
I freeze my thoughts and
Spill my guilty tears for a brief
Rape I chose to pretend to enjoy.
And so comes the lavendar
Toxins of a beautiful rage I could
Never paint with anything other
Than a metallic blood.
My ballet of words too twisted
To be properly heard.
4-16-10
Broadcasting itself far and wide.
Destroying the sensitive,
Heightening the pure to twilights
That have yet to be witnessed.
My ripped viens leaking a paranoia
Of voices that remained unspoken
For too long and now,
They spread their whispers like the wind.
My angelic fingers slip a giggle
Into written words to become
A delicacy for the feeble.
To strengthen them with sensuality,
I freeze my thoughts and
Spill my guilty tears for a brief
Rape I chose to pretend to enjoy.
And so comes the lavendar
Toxins of a beautiful rage I could
Never paint with anything other
Than a metallic blood.
My ballet of words too twisted
To be properly heard.
4-16-10
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A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse
