Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Riff Raff

Aloud I spoke his name,
A fiend I couldn't look in the eye.
But nightly, he fell into
My thoughts, as though he were rain.

He owns a cell in my mind,
And this monster, with his great
Mouth spewing filth upon everyone,
Would prove to be vain, denying me
A kiss on the vein.

I was never whole.
I was always tied up to some
Post in the middle of nowhere,
A road too familiar to me.

I allowed him a whisper,
He would sell it for cheap, this
Vain bastard, dying to grate
On my every last nerve.

I missed what his worth was.
But I gave him trust, he I let him
Reign confusion upon me.

This hole just isn't the same without him,
The tide comes in and together, we'll drown.
I will have rowed this far for less than nothing.
But I worry about the mist drowning out my tears.

4-30-10
 


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