Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sure
Quickly,
A rash
Of thought
Hastens
To spread.
I itch,
But the
Idea
Already
Is there.
Whereas
I stood,
Once, in
Pleasure,
I hide.
Pretend
My eyes
Are new,
Merely
Lost and
Looking
For some
Comfort.
Confines,
These damn
Walls grow
Larger,
My heart
Escapes
But is
Later
Ripped to
Small shreds.
It just wouldn't
Be a
Party without
Someone
Slowly dying
On the
Inside.
January 7th, 2008
Suge
A rash
Of thought
Hastens
To spread.
I itch,
But the
Idea
Already
Is there.
Whereas
I stood,
Once, in
Pleasure,
I hide.
Pretend
My eyes
Are new,
Merely
Lost and
Looking
For some
Comfort.
Confines,
These damn
Walls grow
Larger,
My heart
Escapes
But is
Later
Ripped to
Small shreds.
It just wouldn't
Be a
Party without
Someone
Slowly dying
On the
Inside.
January 7th, 2008
Suge
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