Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Spending the night with demonic possession
The waterfall of darkness
Splashes upon me a heavy grief
That chirps regrets in my ears.
When I open the window,
The calm rays of sunlight
Spark my paper thoughts till
They burn, clearing my conscience once more.
A snake of immorality
Threads its way into my fingers,
Like precious vines, I cut them away
And bury them beneath the moss.
The fragrance of mildew overwhelms
My nostrils, leaving shadows of
Disgust splattered on the walls of my
Concave mind.
The leaves scatter, but not I.
I am the many branches of the learning tree,
Praying for an exorcism to rid me
Of the insects of silence.
11-2-10
Splashes upon me a heavy grief
That chirps regrets in my ears.
When I open the window,
The calm rays of sunlight
Spark my paper thoughts till
They burn, clearing my conscience once more.
A snake of immorality
Threads its way into my fingers,
Like precious vines, I cut them away
And bury them beneath the moss.
The fragrance of mildew overwhelms
My nostrils, leaving shadows of
Disgust splattered on the walls of my
Concave mind.
The leaves scatter, but not I.
I am the many branches of the learning tree,
Praying for an exorcism to rid me
Of the insects of silence.
11-2-10
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Spending the night with demonic possession
Spending the night with demonic possession
