Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Open Heart Wound

Cracked in half,
My heart don't work.
Venomous eyes,
A fevered jerk.
Tremendous ice thrown
Down my back.
To chill the images
That suddenly attack.
Delivered diseases,
A heart ceases.
We would travel the
World over, waiting for
Fate to randomly happen.

December 28, 2007
Suge


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