Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Whoops, my bad!
I broke it.
Let the blood break through,
Shattered remnants of thought
Blistering my eyes.
I'm see through,
Oozing heartbreaking words
From my swollen lips.
I swear I'll dig myself
Out of this shallow grave,
But find myself pulling the dirt
Up over me and sleeping.
For only in death
Do I feel truly wonderful.
4-18-11
Let the blood break through,
Shattered remnants of thought
Blistering my eyes.
I'm see through,
Oozing heartbreaking words
From my swollen lips.
I swear I'll dig myself
Out of this shallow grave,
But find myself pulling the dirt
Up over me and sleeping.
For only in death
Do I feel truly wonderful.
4-18-11
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Whoops, my bad!
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