Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
THE ERROR PROOF TEST
Rip.
Tear.
Split.
Gash.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
CUT!
Damn this moral body
That bleeds and aches
And pains and yearns
To be loved.
It's okay to hurt.
It's okay to want to be held.
It's okay to cut,
To need to
Bleed.
Bleed this humanly
Fluid, this useless substance.
How sticky, how sweet,
How no one cares.
Like, how he use to.
How damned I am...
I swear it was accidental.
I fell on the knives.
I tripped and landed
On a razorblade.
I picked at it
In my deep sleep.
It's not my fault,
I felt like bleeding.
I'm human.
My only excuse.
My only fault.
My only mistake.
God, how error proof
I wish I were.
June 25, 2007
Suge
Tear.
Split.
Gash.
Cut.
Cut.
Cut.
CUT!
Damn this moral body
That bleeds and aches
And pains and yearns
To be loved.
It's okay to hurt.
It's okay to want to be held.
It's okay to cut,
To need to
Bleed.
Bleed this humanly
Fluid, this useless substance.
How sticky, how sweet,
How no one cares.
Like, how he use to.
How damned I am...
I swear it was accidental.
I fell on the knives.
I tripped and landed
On a razorblade.
I picked at it
In my deep sleep.
It's not my fault,
I felt like bleeding.
I'm human.
My only excuse.
My only fault.
My only mistake.
God, how error proof
I wish I were.
June 25, 2007
Suge
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THE ERROR PROOF TEST
THE ERROR PROOF TEST
