Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Lighthouse
I wish this dingy skin to be peel-able.
I wish to shed these emotions,
Beat them upon a rock and clean them up.
I am marble in appearance,
A stone cold figure broken in half.
The cancerous regret poisons my blood,
Spreads through my veins and
I claw away the itchiness of disease.
My blood spills red, not azure,
As it pumps from the mouth of a wound.
I stand like a beacon;
A lighthouse guiding ships but disappearing
Before they've made it to shore.
5-22-12
I wish to shed these emotions,
Beat them upon a rock and clean them up.
I am marble in appearance,
A stone cold figure broken in half.
The cancerous regret poisons my blood,
Spreads through my veins and
I claw away the itchiness of disease.
My blood spills red, not azure,
As it pumps from the mouth of a wound.
I stand like a beacon;
A lighthouse guiding ships but disappearing
Before they've made it to shore.
5-22-12
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