Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
There were none
There were no angels,
So I make them up.
Giants with black wings,
Fiery swords, ready to say goodnight.
I have always been a dark sky
Without rainbows.
Just another cloudy day, the kind
That reminds you of death.
I spill the stress, from my veins,
It makes ripples in my memories.
The liquid is a joke, I am drifting,
I let myself become helpless.
I am the night without stars.
I am everything ugly, hurtful, insane.
I burn the reminiscence away,
It's graceful, when the tears dry.
There were no angels,
So I make them up.
Screaming giants, large black floating wings.
Cold angels, wielding the white light like a sword.
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So I make them up.
Giants with black wings,
Fiery swords, ready to say goodnight.
I have always been a dark sky
Without rainbows.
Just another cloudy day, the kind
That reminds you of death.
I spill the stress, from my veins,
It makes ripples in my memories.
The liquid is a joke, I am drifting,
I let myself become helpless.
I am the night without stars.
I am everything ugly, hurtful, insane.
I burn the reminiscence away,
It's graceful, when the tears dry.
There were no angels,
So I make them up.
Screaming giants, large black floating wings.
Cold angels, wielding the white light like a sword.
10-24-10
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