Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Poured Like Whine
I have just the noose for you,
If you can teach me the knot.
Lend me your dirty slit skin,
And I'll collect your blood in a chalice.
Don't shy away from suicide, I promise
I can make it all better.
And by better,
I mean I can end you.
The line between secrets and promises
Shall shatter, piece by piece. I'll knot
Your stomach with sadness, spill the chalice
And watch you break skin.
Of course, I too will be breaking skin.
And breaking hearts and breaking bread. I'm better
At alluding the issues, I'm a chalice
Filled with vitriole. I can bend for you
I can break and even bleed for you, but not
Before destroying every promise.
Because what is a promise
But words waiting to be broken. Your pure skin
So full of scars, your scars so full of sin. A knot
To turn your insides out, a kiss to make them better.
To think that I once had you,
Poured like whine, let's spill the chalice.
A disaster with two blue eyes, a chalice
For your memories, corrupt promises
And torrid breath, why can you
Die like the rest of them, step out of your skin,
Return to heaven! So I have a better
Reason to weep, so my heart isn't in knots.
Rather than tie the knot,
I saw we burn it. Tip the overflowing chalice
Into the toilet, let's say a proper goodbye. It's better
This way, I promise,
I will only destroy you. Your skin
I will take for my own. I can solve you.
And yes, I do not keep my promise.
I piss in the chalice, I sliced my skin,
I thought it would be a better way to win you.
October 11, 2007
Suge
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