Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
My brother and I are two black cats playing by the freeway
We are two black cats playing by the highway.
Defiant and dark, our humor is missed by most.
While you turn to whatever ends emotion,
I look to dive further into mine, and thus, become
Overwrought with the ashes of time.
I linger in the shadows, hoping to be a passing
Memory in your mind, my old friend, but you
Have passed into the unknown.
No longer can I see you, you are one big secret.
Your teeth drip with lies, thick like a poison
And I break promises to help you get back on your feet.
This misery is eternal, and I think I'm losing you.
These thoughts bleed profusely, and I think I've
Already lost you forever, my old friend.
Sadness leaks from my eyes, like crimson
Tears escaping a fresh wound, these droplets
Stain the lonely, barren ground.
It is silent in your heart, the midnight of our years
Dwindles away,no longer do I need a clock
To tell me how much time has been wasted.
The hours chime away, why can't I save you?
I'm not looking for hero status, I just want you to know
That my love, brother, can support us both.
Even when our hearts are bewitched with anger,
Even when we know we'll never feel wholly unique,
At least one can be the vessel, the other can be the anchor.
3-5-12
Defiant and dark, our humor is missed by most.
While you turn to whatever ends emotion,
I look to dive further into mine, and thus, become
Overwrought with the ashes of time.
I linger in the shadows, hoping to be a passing
Memory in your mind, my old friend, but you
Have passed into the unknown.
No longer can I see you, you are one big secret.
Your teeth drip with lies, thick like a poison
And I break promises to help you get back on your feet.
This misery is eternal, and I think I'm losing you.
These thoughts bleed profusely, and I think I've
Already lost you forever, my old friend.
Sadness leaks from my eyes, like crimson
Tears escaping a fresh wound, these droplets
Stain the lonely, barren ground.
It is silent in your heart, the midnight of our years
Dwindles away,no longer do I need a clock
To tell me how much time has been wasted.
The hours chime away, why can't I save you?
I'm not looking for hero status, I just want you to know
That my love, brother, can support us both.
Even when our hearts are bewitched with anger,
Even when we know we'll never feel wholly unique,
At least one can be the vessel, the other can be the anchor.
3-5-12
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My brother and I are two black cats playing by the freeway
My brother and I are two black cats playing by the freeway
