Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Corner of a desecrated world
I want you out of my life, pain,
I'm ready to deliver the blow
And see what everyone else thinks.
So sorry that I whined over every little pain,
And swore that death was what I truly desired,
When I had no idea what the hell it was that I truly desired.
But I ain't sorry for making a big deal when it was worth it,
I think I hurt now but will hurt more later.
I'm confused.
I was supposed to be going to the store,
But here I am at the ocean.
Plotting.
Planning.
What?
I've no clue.
Fasting for 10 hours,
Only water in my system.
Scared. Fear. Afraid. Hurting. Tears.
How am I supposed to feel?
Who calls to me and asks to hold me and my fears inside?
No one. Nobody. Nothing. Nothingness. Darkness. Black.
I'm waiting for something black
To knock at my door, though
I shall kick death in the groin and cry in a corner
Of a desecrated world,
Knowing that I've seen too much
And done too little about it.
May 17, 2004
Suge
I'm ready to deliver the blow
And see what everyone else thinks.
So sorry that I whined over every little pain,
And swore that death was what I truly desired,
When I had no idea what the hell it was that I truly desired.
But I ain't sorry for making a big deal when it was worth it,
I think I hurt now but will hurt more later.
I'm confused.
I was supposed to be going to the store,
But here I am at the ocean.
Plotting.
Planning.
What?
I've no clue.
Fasting for 10 hours,
Only water in my system.
Scared. Fear. Afraid. Hurting. Tears.
How am I supposed to feel?
Who calls to me and asks to hold me and my fears inside?
No one. Nobody. Nothing. Nothingness. Darkness. Black.
I'm waiting for something black
To knock at my door, though
I shall kick death in the groin and cry in a corner
Of a desecrated world,
Knowing that I've seen too much
And done too little about it.
May 17, 2004
Suge
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Corner of a desecrated world
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