Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Onslaught
You are not so unlike a storm,
The way you spread your
Rain of well-put-together
Insults for one
And all to feel.
And your hurricane of mood swings
Leave me bloodied and torn.
Metaphorically, and yet, not.
Not to mention your swirl
Of tornado-like drama
That sucks me up and
Sh!ts me out.
The calm
Before your storm, I fear
Devastation in my near future.
I cannot create the tsunamis as you do,
With ungodly consequences.
September 22, 2005
Suge
The way you spread your
Rain of well-put-together
Insults for one
And all to feel.
And your hurricane of mood swings
Leave me bloodied and torn.
Metaphorically, and yet, not.
Not to mention your swirl
Of tornado-like drama
That sucks me up and
Sh!ts me out.
The calm
Before your storm, I fear
Devastation in my near future.
I cannot create the tsunamis as you do,
With ungodly consequences.
September 22, 2005
Suge
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Onslaught
Onslaught
