Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Waiting for news, good or bad
The world hangs over my
Head, like a knife
Waiting to stab me.
Repeatedly.
It cuts me where it
Counts, each major vein
Freed from its casing.
Allowed to empty
Its contents.
Able to drown me, and
Able to end me.
September 7, 2006
Suge
Head, like a knife
Waiting to stab me.
Repeatedly.
It cuts me where it
Counts, each major vein
Freed from its casing.
Allowed to empty
Its contents.
Able to drown me, and
Able to end me.
September 7, 2006
Suge
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Waiting for news, good or bad
Waiting for news, good or bad