Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Taken From The Arms Of Sleep
Eyes heavy with tired.
Terrible black circles
Indicating lack of sleep.
A night spent waiting up, alone.
Hordes of people stare at me,
Like I'm not aware;
Like I haven't a clue.
But I am almost all knowing.
But I am almost uncaring
And I cannot be cared for.
For I am unlovable.
No one will want to take me
From where I am.
I am for from worth it.
I can't expect everyone to
Automatically adore me.
I'm a hardened person,
Not by crime but
By neglect,
And am flawed by the mark
Of being unique.
My eyes, dry, no sleep.
Looking like sadness
From lack of sleep or
Lack of care.
October 22, 2004
Terrible black circles
Indicating lack of sleep.
A night spent waiting up, alone.
Hordes of people stare at me,
Like I'm not aware;
Like I haven't a clue.
But I am almost all knowing.
But I am almost uncaring
And I cannot be cared for.
For I am unlovable.
No one will want to take me
From where I am.
I am for from worth it.
I can't expect everyone to
Automatically adore me.
I'm a hardened person,
Not by crime but
By neglect,
And am flawed by the mark
Of being unique.
My eyes, dry, no sleep.
Looking like sadness
From lack of sleep or
Lack of care.
October 22, 2004
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Taken From The Arms Of Sleep
Taken From The Arms Of Sleep
