Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Words Fail Me
My words fail me,
But I am a writer!
They fail me at your childish cruelty,
Your lack of compassion.
Why do I feel the need
To cease to be, because
The hurt you've caused is so deep
That living feels sinful and wrong,
Simply because you are living it up
While everyone else
Tends to you messes.
Why is it easier for new souls
To cast people aside like
They matter not to this ecosystem?
I know the image you convey,
Like everything he did was wrong
And everything you do is right.
Your perception of things is vague,
Almost as vague as your concepts of stress.
As vague as the brain in your head.
Everyone journeys for different reasons,
But yours are always selfish ones.
I used to think that
I could enjoy you, but
You proved me wrong.
The only regrets I have on knowing you,
Is that I had to know you
As this kind of person.
November 22, 2004
But I am a writer!
They fail me at your childish cruelty,
Your lack of compassion.
Why do I feel the need
To cease to be, because
The hurt you've caused is so deep
That living feels sinful and wrong,
Simply because you are living it up
While everyone else
Tends to you messes.
Why is it easier for new souls
To cast people aside like
They matter not to this ecosystem?
I know the image you convey,
Like everything he did was wrong
And everything you do is right.
Your perception of things is vague,
Almost as vague as your concepts of stress.
As vague as the brain in your head.
Everyone journeys for different reasons,
But yours are always selfish ones.
I used to think that
I could enjoy you, but
You proved me wrong.
The only regrets I have on knowing you,
Is that I had to know you
As this kind of person.
November 22, 2004
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Words Fail Me
Words Fail Me