Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Bunch of Nothing
There is a bunch of nothing
Laying crumpled on
The ground, nearly lost
Amongst a pile of
Dirty clothes and sad woes.
Oh wait, that's me.
Lying on the ground,
Halfway between
Torn apart and falling apart.
Still crying and
Gasping out whys.
Weeping pitifully,
The special effects of
A nervous breakdown.
I though my legs,
My arms and
I am feverish again.
The only sound you can hear,
Besides my soul shattering
And my relentless sobs,
Is the raven on the
Streetlight, with its angled
Tail feathers, wide beak.
Cawing out to me,
Another hand I've failed to grasp.
May 25, 2004
Suge
*meant to be written as a joke, this one actually turned out more serious than I thought it would.
Laying crumpled on
The ground, nearly lost
Amongst a pile of
Dirty clothes and sad woes.
Oh wait, that's me.
Lying on the ground,
Halfway between
Torn apart and falling apart.
Still crying and
Gasping out whys.
Weeping pitifully,
The special effects of
A nervous breakdown.
I though my legs,
My arms and
I am feverish again.
The only sound you can hear,
Besides my soul shattering
And my relentless sobs,
Is the raven on the
Streetlight, with its angled
Tail feathers, wide beak.
Cawing out to me,
Another hand I've failed to grasp.
May 25, 2004
Suge
*meant to be written as a joke, this one actually turned out more serious than I thought it would.
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Bunch of Nothing
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