Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Two AM
I wouldn't know beauty.
Eyes closed
And seeing it diseased
In my honeycomb mind
Before it
Wretches on society.
Two AM.
Clouds fighting
Dark over light,
Rain glitters down,
Spatters atop my
Reclusiveness.
Crusted with trust
And catching
The cold that
I can give away.
I know no beauty.
My moniker's disgrace.
Reality's a gas and
I ran out.
9-7-09
Eyes closed
And seeing it diseased
In my honeycomb mind
Before it
Wretches on society.
Two AM.
Clouds fighting
Dark over light,
Rain glitters down,
Spatters atop my
Reclusiveness.
Crusted with trust
And catching
The cold that
I can give away.
I know no beauty.
My moniker's disgrace.
Reality's a gas and
I ran out.
9-7-09
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Two AM
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