Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Open up the sky,
Hidden shadows
Run and fly.
Fall into the meadow,
Writhe and die.

Crawling upon the floor,
Lost and crying.
Let poverty pour
Upon the lying.
Decline me more.

Having nothing
Hands in pockets.
Ears that ring
Heart in locket,
Tears I bring.

Today I'm superlative,
Tomorrow, I'm a zero.
The horror to live
Is a desire to grow.
No more can I give.

There is just no more cries
Left inside of my eyes.

March 21, 2005

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