Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Some days I need the sun to warm me
The rays dance death upon me.
Flowing blackness disguised as beauty.
Angel's dive bombing me, I cherish the sound
Of their anonymous whispers.
"Twisted,"
They plead, wrenching my heart
From a void into a mass.
I am floating as we die.
Fleeting moments become laughable, precious.
My blackened tongue slurs out
Tarnished sentiments.
I wish I could go back.
The shattered remnants of five years ago,
When I awoke, haunt me.
The constant drifting bump of a beat
That couldn't be touched.
So slaughtered in memory,
The ceremony of remembering and
The instance of being beside myself
Leave me breathless and sick.
Stolen away from me was a life
Where success could be measured.
Instead, I sit lifeless, dreaming of the day
That elegance waltzes back to me,
No longer beside myself in time.
8-7-11
Flowing blackness disguised as beauty.
Angel's dive bombing me, I cherish the sound
Of their anonymous whispers.
"Twisted,"
They plead, wrenching my heart
From a void into a mass.
I am floating as we die.
Fleeting moments become laughable, precious.
My blackened tongue slurs out
Tarnished sentiments.
I wish I could go back.
The shattered remnants of five years ago,
When I awoke, haunt me.
The constant drifting bump of a beat
That couldn't be touched.
So slaughtered in memory,
The ceremony of remembering and
The instance of being beside myself
Leave me breathless and sick.
Stolen away from me was a life
Where success could be measured.
Instead, I sit lifeless, dreaming of the day
That elegance waltzes back to me,
No longer beside myself in time.
8-7-11
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Some days I need the sun to warm me
Some days I need the sun to warm me
