Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Please don't let the worms get me
Priceless paranoia.
Pages smudged with tears.
Eyes detoxed of emotion,
As though
Hurt had been stabbed
Into the heart.
Skin crawls,
Squirms and itches.
Scratch away the pigment,
Rip apart the flesh.
Get it out from underneath.
They poison,
The filth from within.
Damaged.
Futile.
You resist too late.
Nothing really matters
Once rigor mortis sets in.
May 7, 2007
Suge
Pages smudged with tears.
Eyes detoxed of emotion,
As though
Hurt had been stabbed
Into the heart.
Skin crawls,
Squirms and itches.
Scratch away the pigment,
Rip apart the flesh.
Get it out from underneath.
They poison,
The filth from within.
Damaged.
Futile.
You resist too late.
Nothing really matters
Once rigor mortis sets in.
May 7, 2007
Suge
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