Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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I love the way you burn your mouth
By telling me to silence my own,
Spitting the fire of words upon me
While a blister of thought begins to swell.
I love the abuse you unknowingly
Spray upon me when I'm conscious.
These are things I can feed off of,
Until the next time you saunter back.
It doesn't bother me very much that
You are a name without a face, or
That I am a face without a real name.
We are just existing, in time together,
Yet not jointly. Separate. Spliced.
I now cut myself away from you because
Who are you to make me feel like waste?
I cry on my pillow, countless, obsessive
Tears, pouring out my eyes like a
Faucet. Let's face it, you are so cool
When you are treating me like medical refuse.
I think my devotion was born of this treatment.
No matter how far down the chain
You'll always linger, I wait a few links
Above you, holding my hand out foolishly,
Thinking that you can do better than that.
But you don't need me bearing down on you
Like this. No matter what the intention,
I cannot change you, only you can.
All I can do is help. And smile when
You do come back down to earth.
When I find you in my dreams, I'm always
Talking too much and you're always
Listening to my every word, correcting
Me if needed and overanalyzing everything.
I still awake with breathless goodbyes
Pierced upon my tongue and star-like
Tears filling my eyes and I think loudly,
“You're perfect,”
But I'm talking to no one except
Dead air and pasty walls and
The Cheat, who knows naught of love,
Only that he needs some fresh water.
It is from my dreams that I come
To the realization that perfect is
Seven letters making up a non-existing
Word that tricks and lies and ruins.
So then, you never existed perfectly,
And I was always in the process of getting ruined.
December 12, 2005
Suge
By telling me to silence my own,
Spitting the fire of words upon me
While a blister of thought begins to swell.
I love the abuse you unknowingly
Spray upon me when I'm conscious.
These are things I can feed off of,
Until the next time you saunter back.
It doesn't bother me very much that
You are a name without a face, or
That I am a face without a real name.
We are just existing, in time together,
Yet not jointly. Separate. Spliced.
I now cut myself away from you because
Who are you to make me feel like waste?
I cry on my pillow, countless, obsessive
Tears, pouring out my eyes like a
Faucet. Let's face it, you are so cool
When you are treating me like medical refuse.
I think my devotion was born of this treatment.
No matter how far down the chain
You'll always linger, I wait a few links
Above you, holding my hand out foolishly,
Thinking that you can do better than that.
But you don't need me bearing down on you
Like this. No matter what the intention,
I cannot change you, only you can.
All I can do is help. And smile when
You do come back down to earth.
When I find you in my dreams, I'm always
Talking too much and you're always
Listening to my every word, correcting
Me if needed and overanalyzing everything.
I still awake with breathless goodbyes
Pierced upon my tongue and star-like
Tears filling my eyes and I think loudly,
“You're perfect,”
But I'm talking to no one except
Dead air and pasty walls and
The Cheat, who knows naught of love,
Only that he needs some fresh water.
It is from my dreams that I come
To the realization that perfect is
Seven letters making up a non-existing
Word that tricks and lies and ruins.
So then, you never existed perfectly,
And I was always in the process of getting ruined.
December 12, 2005
Suge
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