Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

(You were) Drug Paraphernalia

Your kisses are dead to me
As they reach my cheek.
They died on your lips,
They're dead on my face.
Take away your meaning,
You left it at my doorstep
When you promised that I meant something.
Like how you told me that my morals
Made me the strongest rose
In a family of red wilted roses,
That made me wonder if
Your voice was even real or from a dream.
All I ever was, was a silent rose
Who got trampled by lies.
When I remember you and
One of your lies/promises,
I cry till my mouth can wail no more,
Till my throat feels violated with sadness,
Till there is literally no more tears to shed.
You knew nothing but a life of deceit,
And drug paraphernalia,
But when you told me I meant more
Than your stash, I never believed it.
And perhaps that was one less disappointment
I had to endeavor.
You flowed through my hair,
My blood, my veins and tears
To become something so erroneous.
To think of all the sacrifices
You promised to make to get me
Out of my pessimistic means,
To get me away from this kind of verve
Before I liquefied into nothing,
So that we could try to be better people.
We should have been better people by now…
But all you were, was good looks and deceit
And drug paraphernalia,
And that is the only thing I remember having you as.
And now,
I have, only myself.

September 19, 2004


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