Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Perfidy

Grilled to perfection,
Charred by falsities.
A life less ordinary
As told by a
Life less ordinary.
So welcome to my world,
A genuine piece of crap.
Here is where the sky
Reflects the color of my dementia,
Mostly grays and blacks,
And an occasional red.
A land of stomachaches, anxiety
And general weirdness.
I seem to always find it
Hard to express this discomfort.
You wouldn't understand,
You're not psychotic enough.

Trust me,
I'll betray you.

December 4, 2005
Suge


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Perfidy

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