Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Pathetical
"You've never lost,"
My eyes rimmed in anger.
"You never win."
He crosses the line where I stand.
I leap and run away
To a darkness he created
When he drained the
Sun of its shine.
"You'll never know!"
I shout,
My words dripping with
Pathetical remorse.
"I know it all!"
He bellows words meant to
Sour my stomach, but
Pity and sadness form
In a place where
Butterflies once took rest.
"I hate you."
I say it with love.
"I hate you more."
He says it with hate.
I used to know my brother,
And now I know nothing at all.
9-22-10
My eyes rimmed in anger.
"You never win."
He crosses the line where I stand.
I leap and run away
To a darkness he created
When he drained the
Sun of its shine.
"You'll never know!"
I shout,
My words dripping with
Pathetical remorse.
"I know it all!"
He bellows words meant to
Sour my stomach, but
Pity and sadness form
In a place where
Butterflies once took rest.
"I hate you."
I say it with love.
"I hate you more."
He says it with hate.
I used to know my brother,
And now I know nothing at all.
9-22-10
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