Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

The voice that drives the nail deeper

Kill me with your voice,
Your placid voice that
ignites irritation within me,
Makes me want to walk
In the shadow of demise;
Makes me want to walk
In the footsteps of disaster.
One word, one utterance
From your aggravating mouth
Can send me into lunacy.
You letch, talking to no one,
I hope you know I detest
Even the sound of your footsteps.
I cannot stand the idea
Of you, and how you talk
To no one for so many hours.
You've given sanity a run
For its money, oh how I
Miss the dead silence.
How I miss what wasn't there
When you never came around.

January 30, 2007
Suge


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The voice that drives the nail deeper

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