Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
The road to recovery is littered with......bullsh((i))t
I will not let him fall
Into the incapacitated dark
That is my fondest memories.
I will, instead let him die
In the veins of my heart
And hope that when I pluck
Him dead, he will not feel
A thing.
In the same breath, I hope
He feels it all,
From the anguish of
Unknown love to the
Embarrassment of having
To love someone who
Cannot return the favor;
Someone who cannot feel,
Perhaps because he chooses not to.
September 4, 2007
Suge
Into the incapacitated dark
That is my fondest memories.
I will, instead let him die
In the veins of my heart
And hope that when I pluck
Him dead, he will not feel
A thing.
In the same breath, I hope
He feels it all,
From the anguish of
Unknown love to the
Embarrassment of having
To love someone who
Cannot return the favor;
Someone who cannot feel,
Perhaps because he chooses not to.
September 4, 2007
Suge
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The road to recovery is littered with......bullsh((i))t
The road to recovery is littered with......bullsh((i))t