Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Leave
Leave my thoughts dead here,
Like a body swinging from a tree.
I cannot take everything with me,
I forget things, little by little,
And I am scared, day by day,
That I will forget all that means
So damn much to me. But, ya know?
I'm cold inside, almost dead inside.
My notions are deceitful, and odd.
My heart is a Boolean of treasures,
Lost and found, with a rope in hand,
Extracting something from the sky,
Energy perhaps? What you think?
All I am are bad days and good days
Rolled up into one heartrending person.
It's time to go, but where?
I'll leave, with handprints stained
In the dust that sheltered
One of your own.
October 8, 2004
Like a body swinging from a tree.
I cannot take everything with me,
I forget things, little by little,
And I am scared, day by day,
That I will forget all that means
So damn much to me. But, ya know?
I'm cold inside, almost dead inside.
My notions are deceitful, and odd.
My heart is a Boolean of treasures,
Lost and found, with a rope in hand,
Extracting something from the sky,
Energy perhaps? What you think?
All I am are bad days and good days
Rolled up into one heartrending person.
It's time to go, but where?
I'll leave, with handprints stained
In the dust that sheltered
One of your own.
October 8, 2004
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