Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Die in a fire
I'm no murderous beast,
But your touch makes me cringe
In a way long forgotten.
The way those eyes see me,
Makes me want to slit away
Every inch of skin.
I'm not one for hate,
I'm not one to seethe and rage
Over one measly person,
However you always brought that out in me.
And years of turning blades onto myself,
I now wish to turn them on you.
6-20-11
But your touch makes me cringe
In a way long forgotten.
The way those eyes see me,
Makes me want to slit away
Every inch of skin.
I'm not one for hate,
I'm not one to seethe and rage
Over one measly person,
However you always brought that out in me.
And years of turning blades onto myself,
I now wish to turn them on you.
6-20-11
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Die in a fire
Die in a fire
