Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dying in a room where the Parakeets are the only witnesses (and they can't talk)
Flagrant fools
Call her crazy,
She speaks in
Realms and her
Heart is so cold
Her arteries shiver.
Cuts aren't that bad,
If you know who
Put them there.
The error, girl.
Find me in the walls,
I've bled here before.
I was always just a
Weed.
Pull me out,
Toss me in a heap.
Or cut me,
The way I cut myself
When things go awry,
Then call it an
Artist's torment.
Mistakes, like people,
Come and go
But your coldness
Buries itself deep
In the dead, deep
In the living.
And even deep
In limbo.
You can only seethe;
You can only burn;
You can only smolder
so
many times
Before you run out ot
skin
to
melt.
January 10th, 2007
Suge
Call her crazy,
She speaks in
Realms and her
Heart is so cold
Her arteries shiver.
Cuts aren't that bad,
If you know who
Put them there.
The error, girl.
Find me in the walls,
I've bled here before.
I was always just a
Weed.
Pull me out,
Toss me in a heap.
Or cut me,
The way I cut myself
When things go awry,
Then call it an
Artist's torment.
Mistakes, like people,
Come and go
But your coldness
Buries itself deep
In the dead, deep
In the living.
And even deep
In limbo.
You can only seethe;
You can only burn;
You can only smolder
so
many times
Before you run out ot
skin
to
melt.
January 10th, 2007
Suge
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Dying in a room where the Parakeets are the only witnesses (and they can`t talk)
Dying in a room where the Parakeets are the only witnesses (and they can`t talk)
