Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Shilly-Shally
Pests bred of vehemence
Stab lightening rods of doubt
Into my narrow spine.
I'm crippled by my own madness.
I crawl inside and out of
The catacombs that create
My hollow heart, hoping that
Someday, beauty can be found here.
But there is nothing to be found.
The luxury of happiness
Left long ago, to find deeper
Wells to swim in.
I lust the change that ardent brings.
However, I sit upon the cold floor,
Denying that I could ever feel so good.
12-21-10
Stab lightening rods of doubt
Into my narrow spine.
I'm crippled by my own madness.
I crawl inside and out of
The catacombs that create
My hollow heart, hoping that
Someday, beauty can be found here.
But there is nothing to be found.
The luxury of happiness
Left long ago, to find deeper
Wells to swim in.
I lust the change that ardent brings.
However, I sit upon the cold floor,
Denying that I could ever feel so good.
12-21-10
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