Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dissiliency
"Your heart is my pinata,"
Your bastard heart,
My broken beats swinging
Callously to the wisdom
Of a baseball bat.
I weep at the lies that
Burst forth from your mouth,
A pretty mouth equipped
With an ugly tongue I cannot bite.
I'm dribbling appreciation
But even I can spot these
Louse-like falsities
From somewhere over yonder.
The putrefaction of your lust
Leaves me soiled in places
Deep within, a person of rot,
A soul of mold and mildew,
Stains of disgust rolling
Through and through, pulling
On the silver cord and finally
A sick release that pulls me
By my feet from my body.
I am with shadows now, I
Don't need your caress anymore.
6-8-10
Your bastard heart,
My broken beats swinging
Callously to the wisdom
Of a baseball bat.
I weep at the lies that
Burst forth from your mouth,
A pretty mouth equipped
With an ugly tongue I cannot bite.
I'm dribbling appreciation
But even I can spot these
Louse-like falsities
From somewhere over yonder.
The putrefaction of your lust
Leaves me soiled in places
Deep within, a person of rot,
A soul of mold and mildew,
Stains of disgust rolling
Through and through, pulling
On the silver cord and finally
A sick release that pulls me
By my feet from my body.
I am with shadows now, I
Don't need your caress anymore.
6-8-10
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