Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

No Hints

I am blank and dark
Like the peak of twilight,
For nothing is going on in my life
But in my mind,
I'm years older than I should be.
Dark am I for
I'm in pain and I want pain,
And I deliver,
Then write a poem with
My newly spilt blood.
Blank am I for my features
Resemble an unused canvas,
You could never tell what I feel,
And I would give you
No hints.
Just you try figuring me out
On your own…
With no hints.

May 28, 2004
Suge


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