Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
My Own
My Own
I dream about your used needles.
There is a rare beauty in it, makes
Me want to pick up another bad habit.
But I have no room in my life for a
Drug abuse that isn't in pill form.
I can see you, in my head, plotting
To nay-say me in front of all your
Drug dealing boozer friends, most of
Which have no clue who I am.
...or where they are.
I yearn to have you back, but I gave
You and your unjust lifestyle away.
I just hope the wind blows this
Mess back into my face, because, there
Is something strangely erotic about a
F(u)ck up of your magnitude, had you
Been close enough, I'd have licked your
Sorrow, but only so I could call it
My own.
December 9, 2007
Suge
I dream about your used needles.
There is a rare beauty in it, makes
Me want to pick up another bad habit.
But I have no room in my life for a
Drug abuse that isn't in pill form.
I can see you, in my head, plotting
To nay-say me in front of all your
Drug dealing boozer friends, most of
Which have no clue who I am.
...or where they are.
I yearn to have you back, but I gave
You and your unjust lifestyle away.
I just hope the wind blows this
Mess back into my face, because, there
Is something strangely erotic about a
F(u)ck up of your magnitude, had you
Been close enough, I'd have licked your
Sorrow, but only so I could call it
My own.
December 9, 2007
Suge
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My Own
My Own