Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
A battle field of emotion
My mind,
Vacated of thought.
My eyes,
Devoid of life.
My heart,
Brittle and torn.
My soul,
Out to lunch.
My eternal peace,
Nonexistent.
I'd hold your hand,
But mine are too cold.
Sad, these hours
Are passing fast,
I can't catch up and so
Instead I fall into a
Coma of depression.
"Take your time,"
They say.
But,
I can't take something
That was never mine.
September 22, 2006
Suge
Vacated of thought.
My eyes,
Devoid of life.
My heart,
Brittle and torn.
My soul,
Out to lunch.
My eternal peace,
Nonexistent.
I'd hold your hand,
But mine are too cold.
Sad, these hours
Are passing fast,
I can't catch up and so
Instead I fall into a
Coma of depression.
"Take your time,"
They say.
But,
I can't take something
That was never mine.
September 22, 2006
Suge
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A battle field of emotion
A battle field of emotion
