Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A Blackness
Eyes aglow
Before it's heard,
The scream is slow.
Ignore my word.
Mouth agape
And eyes not closed.
No sound escapes,
I do not boast.
Hands do quiver
To hold my heart.
Always, I shiver,
We cannot part.
Hearing sounds,
Feel the cold.
World renowned,
But very old.
Moving on,
But barely moving,
To sing my song
To stop from losing.
I hold your heart
In my cold hands.
I will not start
To make demands.
I'm writhing here
So cold, so alone.
The end's not near,
I have not grown.
April 12, 2005
Suge
Before it's heard,
The scream is slow.
Ignore my word.
Mouth agape
And eyes not closed.
No sound escapes,
I do not boast.
Hands do quiver
To hold my heart.
Always, I shiver,
We cannot part.
Hearing sounds,
Feel the cold.
World renowned,
But very old.
Moving on,
But barely moving,
To sing my song
To stop from losing.
I hold your heart
In my cold hands.
I will not start
To make demands.
I'm writhing here
So cold, so alone.
The end's not near,
I have not grown.
April 12, 2005
Suge
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A Blackness
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