Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Everything's blue
Everything's blue in this world.
The scissors by my side,
Take a ride and fall into the dizzy of sleep.
In my dreams, where gramma meets me,
We sit on the old couch and watch movies
While I cry because I haven't seen her in so long
And I've nothing at all to say.
When I ask a question, it goes unanswered until
We get up and part ways and I feel like
Crying even harder because I've said very little
And I don't know when we'll meet again.
A lump of sadness sits in my throat; the walls melt
As I fall into reality and hit the alarm clock's snooze button,
And try with all my might to fall asleep again.
I missed the comfort of gramma by my side.
Now I walk the world feeling jaded,
Lost in the shade without a shadow to follow.
I'm at the crux without a crutch to catch me and
I write notes of my impending death, hoping to find
The right words to say goodbye, but instead
Finding volumes of silence spreading upon the papers edge.
There is always a fine line to cross, and I'd
Cross Read more →them all to get to that other side.
9-28-11
The scissors by my side,
Take a ride and fall into the dizzy of sleep.
In my dreams, where gramma meets me,
We sit on the old couch and watch movies
While I cry because I haven't seen her in so long
And I've nothing at all to say.
When I ask a question, it goes unanswered until
We get up and part ways and I feel like
Crying even harder because I've said very little
And I don't know when we'll meet again.
A lump of sadness sits in my throat; the walls melt
As I fall into reality and hit the alarm clock's snooze button,
And try with all my might to fall asleep again.
I missed the comfort of gramma by my side.
Now I walk the world feeling jaded,
Lost in the shade without a shadow to follow.
I'm at the crux without a crutch to catch me and
I write notes of my impending death, hoping to find
The right words to say goodbye, but instead
Finding volumes of silence spreading upon the papers edge.
There is always a fine line to cross, and I'd
Cross Read more →them all to get to that other side.
9-28-11
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Everything`s blue
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