Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Treat it like a Death
Phone rings,
No answer.
I won't pick it up
To be reminded of
The earlier scene.
I'm crying too hard
To say hi.
I want the rain,
To either drown me
Or to wash it all away.
I've lost the fear;
It is now paranoia.
It is eating me. I'll
Let it kill me.
No one needs me
Despite what everyone says.
It's almost over now…
Maybe a physical disease will kill
Me instead of a mental one.
May 25, 2006
Suge
No answer.
I won't pick it up
To be reminded of
The earlier scene.
I'm crying too hard
To say hi.
I want the rain,
To either drown me
Or to wash it all away.
I've lost the fear;
It is now paranoia.
It is eating me. I'll
Let it kill me.
No one needs me
Despite what everyone says.
It's almost over now…
Maybe a physical disease will kill
Me instead of a mental one.
May 25, 2006
Suge
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