Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Baneful
My dreams are filled with
Sinister monsters and
Crystalline boxes containing
Grotesque hearts that shatter
At the suffocation of love.
My thoughts are sharp,
Like a new pair of scissors
Testing faith as though it were a
Ribbon waiting to be cut.
The starlit sky is a mask that I wear
When I parade around insanely
Wearing only moonlight.
I'm frigid where it counts and
I drown my fears in the
Baneful rays of a golden afternoon.
11-18-11
Sinister monsters and
Crystalline boxes containing
Grotesque hearts that shatter
At the suffocation of love.
My thoughts are sharp,
Like a new pair of scissors
Testing faith as though it were a
Ribbon waiting to be cut.
The starlit sky is a mask that I wear
When I parade around insanely
Wearing only moonlight.
I'm frigid where it counts and
I drown my fears in the
Baneful rays of a golden afternoon.
11-18-11
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