Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Mine eyes!
Mine eyes bleed before the raging twilight,
A gift of red to tint the taint of lust.
I spend long hours hiding out in spite,
For this brittle girl must remain nonplussed.
The stain of deceit dries me out, I weep
To the lesser beings, promising lies
To demons who can wash away the creep
And crawl of tears and this fetid disguise.
When I'm done burning the harsh words that fall
From those dried up lips, I look to the winds
To pick at the scabs to see the banal.
When I melt to sleep, I am undefined.
A bastard am I, ruining the sky
With a smile and a never-ending sigh.
9-15-10
A gift of red to tint the taint of lust.
I spend long hours hiding out in spite,
For this brittle girl must remain nonplussed.
The stain of deceit dries me out, I weep
To the lesser beings, promising lies
To demons who can wash away the creep
And crawl of tears and this fetid disguise.
When I'm done burning the harsh words that fall
From those dried up lips, I look to the winds
To pick at the scabs to see the banal.
When I melt to sleep, I am undefined.
A bastard am I, ruining the sky
With a smile and a never-ending sigh.
9-15-10
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Mine eyes!
Mine eyes!
