Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Cancer is just another color

Raw eyes
Flinging a plague
Of tears that
Fall fevers
Upon a
Dusty soul.
No flattery,
Just battery,
Surviving is dead.
A beard of
Worry I can't
Climb through,
Elusive dreams
That keep
Me awake while
The prime of
My life escapes.
A hundred hates,
Dark secrets
Bruising egos.
This mission
Creates disgust
And soon this
Tenuous devil
Slides in harsh
Messages and
I plead the
Fifth but
I'm fooling no one.

11-18-11


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