Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Tatter The Dreams Of Others

So easy is it for a disturbed person
To destroy ones dreams;
So simple do it seem for an interrupted being
To tatter the dreams of another.
Pester me with mocking,
Ruin me with scornful laughter.
Take the very essence of my soul,
Throw it out the stained glass window,
And pick it up and do it again.
I'm not going to be around here forever
For you to betray me and
A majority of my treasures and beliefs.
I guess nobody has done to you
What you have tastelessly
Done to me.
You bastard, hands off
My beautiful treasures.
My mind is one step greater
Than anything you've ever witnessed.

April 10, 2004

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Tatter The Dreams Of Others

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