Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sour Berries
My mouth taped shut,
And I scream to no one
A melody of fear.
I walked upon the porch
Of sadness and doom,
A pen in my hands
And the wind blowing
My words around.
The blue of morning,
All the places meant to be special
Are tainted black.
My face contorts as
The memories hit me.
They come out my mouth like vomit
And sting my taste buds like sour berries.
For now, I'm on my knees for no one.
Only I can take from me my secrets.
12-27-11
And I scream to no one
A melody of fear.
I walked upon the porch
Of sadness and doom,
A pen in my hands
And the wind blowing
My words around.
The blue of morning,
All the places meant to be special
Are tainted black.
My face contorts as
The memories hit me.
They come out my mouth like vomit
And sting my taste buds like sour berries.
For now, I'm on my knees for no one.
Only I can take from me my secrets.
12-27-11
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