Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Anonymous Anomaly

Oh sinner of my dreams,
Hallow be thy name.
What lust and affection
You have bestowed upon me
Only to grab it away
And murder it with love.

I must have tasted sanity,
For the joy upon my face
Was enough
To make you want to
Destroy me with lunacy.

I miss the delicacy of normal.

May 11, 2007
Suge


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