Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Halo to Horns
I'd send him bitter shivers of
Music up his spine, breaking the
Violin upon his memory and
Screeching out love with
Each tender move of the bow.
While the notes dance and dance,
I let the lava of my anger
Breech capacity and flow
Like vomit from my unfed mouth.
Tormentor to my halo, I go to
Horns in a moment of splendor,
A backwards girl with a frontwards glare,
Smacking diligence into the meaning
Of living the music.
He will walk away, I will let him,
And not a drop will I spew about
A broken heart, a filthy soul, or
A hollowed-out mind.
Instead, I will play the notes again
Off the paper and pretend
He was a disease I had conquered.
1-27-11
Music up his spine, breaking the
Violin upon his memory and
Screeching out love with
Each tender move of the bow.
While the notes dance and dance,
I let the lava of my anger
Breech capacity and flow
Like vomit from my unfed mouth.
Tormentor to my halo, I go to
Horns in a moment of splendor,
A backwards girl with a frontwards glare,
Smacking diligence into the meaning
Of living the music.
He will walk away, I will let him,
And not a drop will I spew about
A broken heart, a filthy soul, or
A hollowed-out mind.
Instead, I will play the notes again
Off the paper and pretend
He was a disease I had conquered.
1-27-11
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Halo to Horns
Halo to Horns
