Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The Pitch of Perfect Dark
My eyes, they are blind.
I can't see. Would I want to?
I'm walking around in complete dark,
Perfect dark
That doesn't falter, that doesn't fear.
The pitch black eats a hole to my
Yearning, I'm dissonant at best.
I'm paralyzed because I can feel,
And I've learned the bite of
Venomous fear.
It twists and slithers, snakelike,
Into my veins, running itself crazy
In my blood and laying
Eggs in my marrow.
When they hatch, I've been bit again.
When they leave the nest,
I shiver and shake and
Pull the blanket of blackness
Tighter around me, to soothe
Away the fear, to devour
The symptoms of paranoia.
So tight I've pulled it,
I've suffocated myself with
My own insecurities and lay,
Dying, inside the warmth of
The ideal darkness.
February 10th, 2007
Suge
I can't see. Would I want to?
I'm walking around in complete dark,
Perfect dark
That doesn't falter, that doesn't fear.
The pitch black eats a hole to my
Yearning, I'm dissonant at best.
I'm paralyzed because I can feel,
And I've learned the bite of
Venomous fear.
It twists and slithers, snakelike,
Into my veins, running itself crazy
In my blood and laying
Eggs in my marrow.
When they hatch, I've been bit again.
When they leave the nest,
I shiver and shake and
Pull the blanket of blackness
Tighter around me, to soothe
Away the fear, to devour
The symptoms of paranoia.
So tight I've pulled it,
I've suffocated myself with
My own insecurities and lay,
Dying, inside the warmth of
The ideal darkness.
February 10th, 2007
Suge
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The Pitch of Perfect Dark
The Pitch of Perfect Dark
