The cuts on my back,
use them as steps,
climb the ladder.
The hole in my shoulder,
use it as a grip,
Rise over the edge.
Once you get to the upper
Look down from atop the scalp.
Doesn’t everything seem small & insignificant?
Do not fear the wind though,
for this is just my sight.
Use my windows to see over yonder.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 1:23 PM UTC
The cuts on my back,
use them as steps,
climb the ladder.
The hole in my shoulder,
use it as a grip,
Rise over the edge.
Once you get to the upper
Look down from atop the scalp.
Doesn’t everything seem small & insignificant?
Do not fear the wind though,
for this is just my sight.
Use my windows to see over yonder.
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