Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Formerly known as crazy
I remember your tears,
Black as they fell;
Were they black
Only to my eyes?
Or is this how you cry?
They were made of
Poisonous things,
Toxins that suck the body
Dry, but you let them
Fall out of pity.
I've stepped upon the
Dark puddles you've created
By weeping and crying
Your way out of life.
I can't get them away from me,
The stains they leave
On the bottom of my shoes
And as I walk away, I
Know you can find me,
For I've left a
Trail of footprints and
Alone in a corner,
I fear the day you
Find what has
Now been called
The real me.
September 25, 2006
Suge
Black as they fell;
Were they black
Only to my eyes?
Or is this how you cry?
They were made of
Poisonous things,
Toxins that suck the body
Dry, but you let them
Fall out of pity.
I've stepped upon the
Dark puddles you've created
By weeping and crying
Your way out of life.
I can't get them away from me,
The stains they leave
On the bottom of my shoes
And as I walk away, I
Know you can find me,
For I've left a
Trail of footprints and
Alone in a corner,
I fear the day you
Find what has
Now been called
The real me.
September 25, 2006
Suge
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Formerly known as crazy
Formerly known as crazy
