Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Not So Much

My fingers cracked,
Falling apart.
Body exposed, blood
Pumping rage.
Beautiful ruins,
I cry tonight.
So scared that the
Thorns will snag
These petals of emotion.
Quivering lips stained
By the return of
Gentle tears.
Obsessed by the
Possessed mind of
A pain addicted cretin.
Locked away,
Destroyed by wonderland,
A place I shouldn't be.
Engrossed by the
Journey, misbehaved
Memories turn
Black and are no
Longer understood.
Miracles, I believe in.
Myself, not so much.

7-27-10
 


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