Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Volcanic Emission
I am now starting to feel the breeze infiltrate this sweltering place,
A place so hot with your emotions, it is like living in a desert.
But occasionally, there is some coolness that breaks
Through the caverns of this torrid environment.
I will not sit here in your company, as I have sat in the past
And listen while you scorch away the decency of I.
I know it must be some kind of hobby of yours, to reduce
Me to a lesser known self; to reduce me to blood and tears,
But I seem to have a better plan in my life and I just hate
When light a match beneath me, to see me react.
I just don't get where you are coming from and I know
Somewhere in my graying heart that I am a good person.
Of course, somewhere along the ways of time, you have
Eradicated those feelings, those ideas of myself and you
Did it single handedly. These are not proud battle wounds.
This is no war either. This is no battle. This is life.
Stop treating it like some kind of general warfare.
My only combat for your belittling anger is my words
That fall off my tongue, like lemmings off a cliff,
The suicide of my words having not been fully heard or
Understood for what they were, and being misinterpreted.
I could scream so loud, and I doubt you would hear anything.
I could put it in basic terms, but you probably wouldn't get it
That way either, so I am forced back into my shell of silence.
This is how it has been, seeing you rule with a somewhat
Iron hand, it makes me sick. And I know I have a couple
Of choice words that would make you fall where you stand.
I just don't think competition between the two of us
Will ever serve any kind of a purpose, other than hate.
All it inspires in me is the hate of myself, and I am divine.
So, like I said, I don't want to get involved in a melee with you,
I don't want to disfigure you the way I've been disfigured,
Because within the rubble of hot lava does lie love and appreciation.
January 10, 2006
Suge
A place so hot with your emotions, it is like living in a desert.
But occasionally, there is some coolness that breaks
Through the caverns of this torrid environment.
I will not sit here in your company, as I have sat in the past
And listen while you scorch away the decency of I.
I know it must be some kind of hobby of yours, to reduce
Me to a lesser known self; to reduce me to blood and tears,
But I seem to have a better plan in my life and I just hate
When light a match beneath me, to see me react.
I just don't get where you are coming from and I know
Somewhere in my graying heart that I am a good person.
Of course, somewhere along the ways of time, you have
Eradicated those feelings, those ideas of myself and you
Did it single handedly. These are not proud battle wounds.
This is no war either. This is no battle. This is life.
Stop treating it like some kind of general warfare.
My only combat for your belittling anger is my words
That fall off my tongue, like lemmings off a cliff,
The suicide of my words having not been fully heard or
Understood for what they were, and being misinterpreted.
I could scream so loud, and I doubt you would hear anything.
I could put it in basic terms, but you probably wouldn't get it
That way either, so I am forced back into my shell of silence.
This is how it has been, seeing you rule with a somewhat
Iron hand, it makes me sick. And I know I have a couple
Of choice words that would make you fall where you stand.
I just don't think competition between the two of us
Will ever serve any kind of a purpose, other than hate.
All it inspires in me is the hate of myself, and I am divine.
So, like I said, I don't want to get involved in a melee with you,
I don't want to disfigure you the way I've been disfigured,
Because within the rubble of hot lava does lie love and appreciation.
January 10, 2006
Suge
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Volcanic Emission
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