Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The way it is in dreams...
Liar in dreams,
Ripped seams
And blood pouring
From a faucet
In my mind;
Wounds fester
And spread,
Put out the
Fire in my eyes
With the reality
Of how love
Never comes to
Fruition for
Blinded eyes.
January 3, 2007
Suge
Ripped seams
And blood pouring
From a faucet
In my mind;
Wounds fester
And spread,
Put out the
Fire in my eyes
With the reality
Of how love
Never comes to
Fruition for
Blinded eyes.
January 3, 2007
Suge
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The way it is in dreams...
The way it is in dreams...
