Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Knives and fair play
Tell me the record will continue to play,
Even when I've stopped spinning
Round and round?
The vase slips from the table top,
Falls to the ground with an incredible
Thundering crash, and for a moment,
I know true beautiful, if only in fragments.
The antique key that opens my black heart
Lies within view, and no one can find it.
I give them no hints; you cannot love sin,
You cannot love the monster hiding inside your head.
Knees that buckle, a body that fails and a death
Unparalleled by any other...
The silence wields a knife, cuts music into the room.
5-22-12
Even when I've stopped spinning
Round and round?
The vase slips from the table top,
Falls to the ground with an incredible
Thundering crash, and for a moment,
I know true beautiful, if only in fragments.
The antique key that opens my black heart
Lies within view, and no one can find it.
I give them no hints; you cannot love sin,
You cannot love the monster hiding inside your head.
Knees that buckle, a body that fails and a death
Unparalleled by any other...
The silence wields a knife, cuts music into the room.
5-22-12
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Knives and fair play
Knives and fair play
