Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A bottle marked
The taste crawls up my throat,
This poison
Creeps and crawls it's way up my spine.
I dance in the horror,
Slipping down
And down until I am far gone.
The blackness consumes me.
I become
A dark nightmare, a dirty dream.
One thought, one hope, one scream.
Nothing can
Pull me back from this ugly cloud.
1-6-11
This poison
Creeps and crawls it's way up my spine.
I dance in the horror,
Slipping down
And down until I am far gone.
The blackness consumes me.
I become
A dark nightmare, a dirty dream.
One thought, one hope, one scream.
Nothing can
Pull me back from this ugly cloud.
1-6-11
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A bottle marked
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