cracked mountains

Jan 20, 2011 15:33

feels like falling from an airplane
riding a waterfall feet-first
slipping from glacier into sea
an empty well full of thirst

this isn't dignified
this isn't noble
this is dreaming upside-down
it's waking up on the ceiling
it's paranoia's manic sister
it's a twisted violent frown

it looks like we'll never reconcile
the terrors sent me packing
i won't look back, mile after dry mile
and i hear the mountains cracking

evidently desperate pleas end badly
i've tried to bargain with the evil side
but today well, i'll surrender gladly
to my post-mortem, where death and life collide

phantom wounds, bitter, romance, death, just writing at work, self-destruction

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