Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I have learned,
But I have learned nothing.
Still seeking scars in the
Smear of darkness that
Eats away at my heart.
Doorways close and I'm
Still pawing to get inside.
Where there is a rainbow,
There is gold, but I am always
Too late.
In time, I will learn that my mistakes
Were predetermined.
That faith was a joke and my prayers
Were laughed at.
I will want to be better, to be beautiful,
But amorphous monsters are
Seldom liked for their appearance.
I go on, I walk on, in the dark, in the black,
The crack of night killing me and
I will make sure that everyone else is
Too late.
4-13-11
But I have learned nothing.
Still seeking scars in the
Smear of darkness that
Eats away at my heart.
Doorways close and I'm
Still pawing to get inside.
Where there is a rainbow,
There is gold, but I am always
Too late.
In time, I will learn that my mistakes
Were predetermined.
That faith was a joke and my prayers
Were laughed at.
I will want to be better, to be beautiful,
But amorphous monsters are
Seldom liked for their appearance.
I go on, I walk on, in the dark, in the black,
The crack of night killing me and
I will make sure that everyone else is
Too late.
4-13-11
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