Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Another day like tomorrow
I call Wednesdays Andre and took
Stabs at my own flesh to pull out
The asperity that is chloroform
To my weakened soul.
I stand coarse and tall,
Spreading infelicity to those
Whose eyes happen to connect with mine.
When it's periwinkle in the morning,
I choose dawn to pass away the
Puling doubts furrowing my brow
And then I dine on rapid tears.
The end is not the darkness, my shining
Piece of faith, flushed down the toilet.
Like sh(i)t. Destroyed, gulping down
The nefarious malaise and praying for
Another day like the tomorrows of my delirium.
8-19-10
Stabs at my own flesh to pull out
The asperity that is chloroform
To my weakened soul.
I stand coarse and tall,
Spreading infelicity to those
Whose eyes happen to connect with mine.
When it's periwinkle in the morning,
I choose dawn to pass away the
Puling doubts furrowing my brow
And then I dine on rapid tears.
The end is not the darkness, my shining
Piece of faith, flushed down the toilet.
Like sh(i)t. Destroyed, gulping down
The nefarious malaise and praying for
Another day like the tomorrows of my delirium.
8-19-10
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Another day like tomorrow
Another day like tomorrow
