Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Dedicated to my old concert buddy
In dreams, your precious face is
That of a charming clean soul.
In reality, you are the biggest
Nightmare I've yet to tackle.
The silence turns silver, I remember
That once upon a time, a hug
From you was enough to cure me of
All bad days that were nestled
On the brittle horizon.
If I was less-than-three to you,
Then why were you all over my
Mind like a life-sucking cancer,
And, was I ever all over yours?
Were you ever riddle with anything
For me that was ever real?
Between us, there was nothing but
Secrets, lies, Seattle, Alki and
The occasional mosh pit concert scene.
But I loved you first, so my memory is a plus.
December 9, 2007
Suge
That of a charming clean soul.
In reality, you are the biggest
Nightmare I've yet to tackle.
The silence turns silver, I remember
That once upon a time, a hug
From you was enough to cure me of
All bad days that were nestled
On the brittle horizon.
If I was less-than-three to you,
Then why were you all over my
Mind like a life-sucking cancer,
And, was I ever all over yours?
Were you ever riddle with anything
For me that was ever real?
Between us, there was nothing but
Secrets, lies, Seattle, Alki and
The occasional mosh pit concert scene.
But I loved you first, so my memory is a plus.
December 9, 2007
Suge
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Dedicated to my old concert buddy
Dedicated to my old concert buddy
