Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Well, no one puts me in the hospital for exhaustion...
Awake.
Eyes lusting over sleep,
The sleep that is nowhere
To be found.
Voices cracking with laughter,
Aimed at my expense.
I swat away exhaustion,
Flitting around my head,
Like small black fruit flies.
I toss and turn,
Falling away from them.
I'm los, in some rabbit hole,
I'm falling for no time limit
Before slamming into the
Ground where my dreams lay.
I pause and point,
Out of amusement but my
Finger is bitten by my
Nightmares who turn
Tricks on the corner,
Selling themselves short
And making themselves out
To be bigger than dreams.
I'm blinking back reality
And walking away from the
Signs that keep leering at me
No matter what distance
Lies between us.
Deeper and deeper I get
Into the dark who has decided
To touch me with scars
And misaligns my faith until
I am blindly believing in
Everything that life
Decides to throw at me.
A minute short from an
Alarm sounding, I pull
Myself back into the now
To see a room darkened by hate
And sheets the color of disgust.
The sun is creeping through the
Shades that make facing the
Day nearly impossible.
July 17, 2007
Suge
Eyes lusting over sleep,
The sleep that is nowhere
To be found.
Voices cracking with laughter,
Aimed at my expense.
I swat away exhaustion,
Flitting around my head,
Like small black fruit flies.
I toss and turn,
Falling away from them.
I'm los, in some rabbit hole,
I'm falling for no time limit
Before slamming into the
Ground where my dreams lay.
I pause and point,
Out of amusement but my
Finger is bitten by my
Nightmares who turn
Tricks on the corner,
Selling themselves short
And making themselves out
To be bigger than dreams.
I'm blinking back reality
And walking away from the
Signs that keep leering at me
No matter what distance
Lies between us.
Deeper and deeper I get
Into the dark who has decided
To touch me with scars
And misaligns my faith until
I am blindly believing in
Everything that life
Decides to throw at me.
A minute short from an
Alarm sounding, I pull
Myself back into the now
To see a room darkened by hate
And sheets the color of disgust.
The sun is creeping through the
Shades that make facing the
Day nearly impossible.
July 17, 2007
Suge
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Well, no one puts me in the hospital for exhaustion...
Well, no one puts me in the hospital for exhaustion...
