Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Becoming the emptiness we always swore we'd avoid
And,
Maybe,
There is a piece of shade
Or shadow
That can lead us far from here,
Instead of taking the
Black cloud of suicide to
Where we belong.
I can see I'm fading,
Because when I look in the mirror,
I can barely see me.
I don't even see what I used to be,
In the bareness of evening,
The fullness of the day,
I am merely hanging on by a thread,
I can only imagine what getting out feels like.
There will be no rush of escapism;
There is nothing
But
The silence we were borne of.
Let's sit together.
November 11, 2006
Suge
Maybe,
There is a piece of shade
Or shadow
That can lead us far from here,
Instead of taking the
Black cloud of suicide to
Where we belong.
I can see I'm fading,
Because when I look in the mirror,
I can barely see me.
I don't even see what I used to be,
In the bareness of evening,
The fullness of the day,
I am merely hanging on by a thread,
I can only imagine what getting out feels like.
There will be no rush of escapism;
There is nothing
But
The silence we were borne of.
Let's sit together.
November 11, 2006
Suge
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Becoming the emptiness we always swore we`d avoid
Becoming the emptiness we always swore we`d avoid
