Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Screenplayed
Everything in my head
Is so screenplayed.
She walks through the door
With intensity, sits on the couch,
Opens her mouth
And shatters the silence
With a blood chilling scream.
And from her heart,
A flutter comes and fades her soul,
Eyes closed, beating stops,
The day darkens instantly,
But there are no stars,
No moon, no sky,
Only she who fades into death.
Switch to the graveyard scene,
Where flowers bloom
In abundance around
Her glossy headstone.
There is always a fever of scenes
That are screenplayed
In my mind.
May 12, 2005
Suge
Is so screenplayed.
She walks through the door
With intensity, sits on the couch,
Opens her mouth
And shatters the silence
With a blood chilling scream.
And from her heart,
A flutter comes and fades her soul,
Eyes closed, beating stops,
The day darkens instantly,
But there are no stars,
No moon, no sky,
Only she who fades into death.
Switch to the graveyard scene,
Where flowers bloom
In abundance around
Her glossy headstone.
There is always a fever of scenes
That are screenplayed
In my mind.
May 12, 2005
Suge
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