Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Save me a spot
To think what I think,
to love what I love.
To dream. To lust.
To bounce around trust.
Following footsteps
To hide the trail.
Broken bottles slashing skin.
Momentary value, wearing thin.
Failling frail. Hatching thought,
Shooting gun, a pool of
Blood, to swim, to sink.
To drift. To think.
To orgasm over ideas,
Shunning flesh for immortal
Soul, burning holes in pages.
Gun shot, from hell,
My heart will fail, I
Hasten its beat, they are
Coming for me, so lock the
Door, and hold my seat.
April 5, 2009
to love what I love.
To dream. To lust.
To bounce around trust.
Following footsteps
To hide the trail.
Broken bottles slashing skin.
Momentary value, wearing thin.
Failling frail. Hatching thought,
Shooting gun, a pool of
Blood, to swim, to sink.
To drift. To think.
To orgasm over ideas,
Shunning flesh for immortal
Soul, burning holes in pages.
Gun shot, from hell,
My heart will fail, I
Hasten its beat, they are
Coming for me, so lock the
Door, and hold my seat.
April 5, 2009
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