Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Beautiful dead (in a way not related to necrophilia)
I remember smiles;
I wonder what they taste like now.
Shards of glass upon my broken feet,
And nothing short of tears to disable
My body.
It numbs me until I can feel nothing
But the numb.
I've happened upon destitution;
A simple hope, a useless wish,
A mangled dream, all tortured
To a death as painful as living.
Oh to be among the beautiful dead,
Instead of the disfigured living.
September 22, 2006
Suge
I wonder what they taste like now.
Shards of glass upon my broken feet,
And nothing short of tears to disable
My body.
It numbs me until I can feel nothing
But the numb.
I've happened upon destitution;
A simple hope, a useless wish,
A mangled dream, all tortured
To a death as painful as living.
Oh to be among the beautiful dead,
Instead of the disfigured living.
September 22, 2006
Suge
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Beautiful dead (in a way not related to necrophilia)
Beautiful dead (in a way not related to necrophilia)