Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Swimming beautifully in the lake of fire, which is where I found you and attempted to pull you out, but failed terribly
I find myself attempting to turn away from you,
But you find me, and bring me back to the fires.
Leaving from here will be with no questions asked,
Returning requires too much summoned force.
I'm not old yet withered, too young to be dying,
And too old to have given up on the downpour of thought.
Instead of becoming this empty being, I thought
There would be something more to impress you.
I know that certain memories implode and are dying
Right before our very eyes, in a flame of sibling fire.
I never saw it coming, that you became a force
Never to be reckoned with. I never thought to ask
For sudden, yet subtle fear that if I were to ask
Why you are such a d!ckhead, I'd get your thought
Process on why your life sucks, and how it was all forced
Upon your very brow. Well sister isn't as lame as you
Probably thought she was. Perhaps she can grow her own fire
And throw you in it, see how it feels to be dying
On the inside, instead of smothering and dying
On the outside. I wouldn't play with such blue flames, I ask
That you stop re-igniting these putrid flames, these fetid fires
And I will stop playing the bully in your eyes. The thought
That one could become more powerful is retarded. You
Of all people should have seen it coming with such a force.
I cannot see it all. I cannot take the pill and force
An apparent overdose. Just to get you to see that I'm dying
Slowly, with each second passing, a tear falls in memory of you.
It's like you died, everyone thinks so. Go ahead, ask
Them. You are nowhere near being the same person you thought
You still were. Your old self, tossed into a pit of fire.
But it is I, the moron, the idiot, who will dive into that lake of fire
To bring you to safety, for I still care and cannot quit that. I force
My apologies on you because I swear, I messed up. I thought
That was normal. The words on your tongue are dying
To get out. But you swallow them down and ask
What it is I want from you.
I thought it obvious; your fires are suddenly dying.
Take that anger, that force and start to ask
Yourself who you are. I thought you were you.
June 12, 2006
Suge
But you find me, and bring me back to the fires.
Leaving from here will be with no questions asked,
Returning requires too much summoned force.
I'm not old yet withered, too young to be dying,
And too old to have given up on the downpour of thought.
Instead of becoming this empty being, I thought
There would be something more to impress you.
I know that certain memories implode and are dying
Right before our very eyes, in a flame of sibling fire.
I never saw it coming, that you became a force
Never to be reckoned with. I never thought to ask
For sudden, yet subtle fear that if I were to ask
Why you are such a d!ckhead, I'd get your thought
Process on why your life sucks, and how it was all forced
Upon your very brow. Well sister isn't as lame as you
Probably thought she was. Perhaps she can grow her own fire
And throw you in it, see how it feels to be dying
On the inside, instead of smothering and dying
On the outside. I wouldn't play with such blue flames, I ask
That you stop re-igniting these putrid flames, these fetid fires
And I will stop playing the bully in your eyes. The thought
That one could become more powerful is retarded. You
Of all people should have seen it coming with such a force.
I cannot see it all. I cannot take the pill and force
An apparent overdose. Just to get you to see that I'm dying
Slowly, with each second passing, a tear falls in memory of you.
It's like you died, everyone thinks so. Go ahead, ask
Them. You are nowhere near being the same person you thought
You still were. Your old self, tossed into a pit of fire.
But it is I, the moron, the idiot, who will dive into that lake of fire
To bring you to safety, for I still care and cannot quit that. I force
My apologies on you because I swear, I messed up. I thought
That was normal. The words on your tongue are dying
To get out. But you swallow them down and ask
What it is I want from you.
I thought it obvious; your fires are suddenly dying.
Take that anger, that force and start to ask
Yourself who you are. I thought you were you.
June 12, 2006
Suge
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Swimming beautifully in the lake of fire, which is where I found you and attempted to pull you out, but failed terribly
Swimming beautifully in the lake of fire, which is where I found you and attempted to pull you out, but failed terribly