Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
“Surrender Dorothy”
Sometimes I don't think
It would be so bad if I were dead.
You are the beginning
Of the unfinished.
Perusing caskets was always
Pleasurable to me.
You can take my virginity in one,
Then close it, and let that
Part of me die a forever death.
Death is the bigger part of the journey
And the other side is a heaven of which
I'd die to travel to.
I just need the flight instructions, and
A hotel, to stay a few days in paradise,
Just to clear my head a bit of
The terrorists in my mind.
And the games they all play in your mind,
This is no Scrabble contest, this isn't Monopoly.
Do you remember the feel of real life?
Or is your life so clogged with pain
That you have just stopped feeling real life entirely?
Let's play games with each other!
You'll lie emphatically and
I'll indulge your every fantasy.
I'll leave you frozen in time,
You'll leave me in a spasm of tears.
Want to trade ideals?
You cannot trade back to God
What you have been for so long.
I cannot promise you worth.
The worthless cannot give you worth.
The worthless cannot put a price tag
On your filthy little body;
I cannot appraise you for
Any kind of monetary value.
Like me, you will fester in fear,
Quiver in the loneliness
That is spit at you.
Die in your created moments.
I will eat the tension
Out of you, swallow it down
Like that lies I've always eaten.
I'll pretend I'm significant to you,
While you pretend I don't exist.
And if I cry, it's my fault
For being so young and dumb.
I'll cut, I'll stab, I'll bruise but
I'll also mend.
The inside will scar, the outside
Will have the same redeem.
My blood will taint, my mind will
Suffer but I'll pretend to them
That I'm fine when I'm paranoid.
I'm all the paranoia you can handle.
I guess love is out of the question.
You take the stain of my existence
And call it special, then burn
It all down; a forest fire of abomination.
All my life is a series of
Dramatic hits and misses…
Mostly misses, seldom hits.
A bunch of boo-boo's
That roll around in my
Stomach like some kind of flu,
Could there ever be some
Peace in the drama of my life?
It is when our hands hold too much time
That the bad tends to happen.
I'm sure if I had more time, the
Bad wouldn't happen so much.
The obligatory wounds
Would stop occurring to me.
Could I place a strong character
Behind the words I shout in the mirror?
No.
No.
I only have one voice and it
Was never that loud to begin with.
January 25, 2006
Suge
It would be so bad if I were dead.
You are the beginning
Of the unfinished.
Perusing caskets was always
Pleasurable to me.
You can take my virginity in one,
Then close it, and let that
Part of me die a forever death.
Death is the bigger part of the journey
And the other side is a heaven of which
I'd die to travel to.
I just need the flight instructions, and
A hotel, to stay a few days in paradise,
Just to clear my head a bit of
The terrorists in my mind.
And the games they all play in your mind,
This is no Scrabble contest, this isn't Monopoly.
Do you remember the feel of real life?
Or is your life so clogged with pain
That you have just stopped feeling real life entirely?
Let's play games with each other!
You'll lie emphatically and
I'll indulge your every fantasy.
I'll leave you frozen in time,
You'll leave me in a spasm of tears.
Want to trade ideals?
You cannot trade back to God
What you have been for so long.
I cannot promise you worth.
The worthless cannot give you worth.
The worthless cannot put a price tag
On your filthy little body;
I cannot appraise you for
Any kind of monetary value.
Like me, you will fester in fear,
Quiver in the loneliness
That is spit at you.
Die in your created moments.
I will eat the tension
Out of you, swallow it down
Like that lies I've always eaten.
I'll pretend I'm significant to you,
While you pretend I don't exist.
And if I cry, it's my fault
For being so young and dumb.
I'll cut, I'll stab, I'll bruise but
I'll also mend.
The inside will scar, the outside
Will have the same redeem.
My blood will taint, my mind will
Suffer but I'll pretend to them
That I'm fine when I'm paranoid.
I'm all the paranoia you can handle.
I guess love is out of the question.
You take the stain of my existence
And call it special, then burn
It all down; a forest fire of abomination.
All my life is a series of
Dramatic hits and misses…
Mostly misses, seldom hits.
A bunch of boo-boo's
That roll around in my
Stomach like some kind of flu,
Could there ever be some
Peace in the drama of my life?
It is when our hands hold too much time
That the bad tends to happen.
I'm sure if I had more time, the
Bad wouldn't happen so much.
The obligatory wounds
Would stop occurring to me.
Could I place a strong character
Behind the words I shout in the mirror?
No.
No.
I only have one voice and it
Was never that loud to begin with.
January 25, 2006
Suge
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“Surrender Dorothy”
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