Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Suits
They came in suits, ready to
Dissect and tear apart the
Tender parts of emotion.
I lay, comatose and begging
Death to slay me away.
Perfunctory smiles lace their
Widowed faces as I'm pulled to
Whimsical little pieces.
I could only whine, and whimper with
The disease of my age
Creeping alongside the fear.
I learned from the cataclysm
That shook my rotten soul to its
Wretched gray core.
I would some day get up from this table
On which my feelings have been splayed,
Angered, that I let love and lust
Play a game of Operation with the
Better parts of my sensitivity.
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Dissect and tear apart the
Tender parts of emotion.
I lay, comatose and begging
Death to slay me away.
Perfunctory smiles lace their
Widowed faces as I'm pulled to
Whimsical little pieces.
I could only whine, and whimper with
The disease of my age
Creeping alongside the fear.
I learned from the cataclysm
That shook my rotten soul to its
Wretched gray core.
I would some day get up from this table
On which my feelings have been splayed,
Angered, that I let love and lust
Play a game of Operation with the
Better parts of my sensitivity.
1-13-11
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The Suits
The Suits
