Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Well then, why don't you train me to be the person you envision

Don't twist me,
Turn me,
Pull me apart.
Don't leave me
In ashes
Upon the bitter
Cold
Floor.
Don't look
At me with eyes
So frozen,
Eyes so
Glazed over
As though seeing
Into my pupils
Is
Slowly
Decimating you.
Don't grind
Me down like a
Useless
Cigarette butt.
I feel
As though I've
Burned out,
With no water
For refreshment.

October 6, 2006
Suge


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