Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Insomnia in Dreams

Smoke
Cough
Choke,

It isn't hard to die.

If I show you the door,
Will you follow me
Into the nothing
That only secrets can make?

Start the car and drive,
Die, a piece of sleep
You cannot hold while
Tears dry and
Wither you to pieces.

I'll draw you shapes
On the wall, with
Blood and choke
To death
Upon the words I could
Not relay to you.

It isn't the pain that
Bothers them, but how
Chipper you are
Once the
Cut
Has been made.

November 22, 2006
Suge



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