Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Applesauce
Words inscribed upon my heart,
Stabbing pain into this fading star.
Eyes tinted with regret,
The scent of nutmeg, a reminder.
I see children falling,
Windows shattering and all I can do
Is jar my remaining memories.
Out of fear, I hide in corners,
Adored by cobwebs while painting
Sadness in the mud.
I miss the trickling water,
The coarse feel of the cold bench
I used to sit on in the fog, my thoughts
Attracted to death like a moth to light.
I chant apologies but know that
I am too dog tired to change;
Too high strung to know the truth.
I chain myself to dying,
My spirit feeling light
And warm as it washes away,
A ceremony of tepid
Sunrise brings the
Dancing dawn home.
A smile full of teeth, like a crocodile,
Beguiles me, the texture of death, too strong for me.
3-22-11
Stabbing pain into this fading star.
Eyes tinted with regret,
The scent of nutmeg, a reminder.
I see children falling,
Windows shattering and all I can do
Is jar my remaining memories.
Out of fear, I hide in corners,
Adored by cobwebs while painting
Sadness in the mud.
I miss the trickling water,
The coarse feel of the cold bench
I used to sit on in the fog, my thoughts
Attracted to death like a moth to light.
I chant apologies but know that
I am too dog tired to change;
Too high strung to know the truth.
I chain myself to dying,
My spirit feeling light
And warm as it washes away,
A ceremony of tepid
Sunrise brings the
Dancing dawn home.
A smile full of teeth, like a crocodile,
Beguiles me, the texture of death, too strong for me.
3-22-11
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