Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Fiend
I was once your hero, once I was something
More than a popped blister on your heel.
I was less than emotional baggage cluttering
Up your hallways, I was glitter, and
Not just litter on the ground.
Till my grasp slipped, fell hard and shattered
Night with a thousand smug curses.
I smoked reasoning away and bit the
Fingers pointing blame my way.
When others shunned me, I shunned right back,
Lacking reasons but having morals.
Not one able to stand beneath
The others' immense shadow.
I was a character made of fault, all
Words heard but never comprehended.
I miss the night as my friend.
I have the night as my fiend.
8-31-09
More than a popped blister on your heel.
I was less than emotional baggage cluttering
Up your hallways, I was glitter, and
Not just litter on the ground.
Till my grasp slipped, fell hard and shattered
Night with a thousand smug curses.
I smoked reasoning away and bit the
Fingers pointing blame my way.
When others shunned me, I shunned right back,
Lacking reasons but having morals.
Not one able to stand beneath
The others' immense shadow.
I was a character made of fault, all
Words heard but never comprehended.
I miss the night as my friend.
I have the night as my fiend.
8-31-09
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