Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Sleeping in the Wake

Tossing hours
Away, I
Always promise
An apology,
And always,
I bring
Disappointment. It's
The perfect
Sidedish to
This f**k up.
I pick
My hangnails
And hope
You won't
Notice that
I've erred.
Another night
Of lost
Sleep and
Freshly spilt
Black blood.

January 10th, 2007

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Sleeping in the Wake

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