Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A plague upon my mind
The dreams, they are of melted wax,
Hot and plastered to my mind.
Rejected and aimless, I empty my soul
Into apathetic hands.
The wringing, constant.
The malice is marrow deep,
Shaving creation and belief away.
I design myself in blacks and grays and
Monochrome the world away so
That for once, we all can be lost.
The shades cannot be lifted, the free cannot be found.
The intricate designs of my heart
Create a benevolence that echoes
Warmth in my veins.
Yet I'm transient to the feeling and
Ignore it away.
I do miss the wave of laughter I once felt,
And the sweet allusion that everything
Was going to be okay.
I liked the deafening dark
Until someone lit a candle.
But at the peak of dreams,
Even the obscure gets lost and
I'm resentful once more of all that I can't control.
Destruction is almost complete and
Onward I trudge through this battle of rejection.
The sentiments of love are lost with me.
11-29-11
Hot and plastered to my mind.
Rejected and aimless, I empty my soul
Into apathetic hands.
The wringing, constant.
The malice is marrow deep,
Shaving creation and belief away.
I design myself in blacks and grays and
Monochrome the world away so
That for once, we all can be lost.
The shades cannot be lifted, the free cannot be found.
The intricate designs of my heart
Create a benevolence that echoes
Warmth in my veins.
Yet I'm transient to the feeling and
Ignore it away.
I do miss the wave of laughter I once felt,
And the sweet allusion that everything
Was going to be okay.
I liked the deafening dark
Until someone lit a candle.
But at the peak of dreams,
Even the obscure gets lost and
I'm resentful once more of all that I can't control.
Destruction is almost complete and
Onward I trudge through this battle of rejection.
The sentiments of love are lost with me.
11-29-11
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A plague upon my mind
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