Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Spit and silk
Spiders of guilt scurried up my spine
And settled into my heart to feed upon me.
I let them feast upon the scattered
Scabs of idiocy that engulfed this body and
I didn't scream when they wrapped me in their web,
Sucking from my what little life I had.
Never did I struggle, I quickly succumb
To the fiends that made a meal of failure.
Their many legs and many eyes
Judging me and spinning me around until
I thought I would spew, instead a fleet
Of guilty words came spilling out,
And I never apologized for any of it.
When I was cocooned in their spit and silk,
I slept for the first time in years and felt saved.
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And settled into my heart to feed upon me.
I let them feast upon the scattered
Scabs of idiocy that engulfed this body and
I didn't scream when they wrapped me in their web,
Sucking from my what little life I had.
Never did I struggle, I quickly succumb
To the fiends that made a meal of failure.
Their many legs and many eyes
Judging me and spinning me around until
I thought I would spew, instead a fleet
Of guilty words came spilling out,
And I never apologized for any of it.
When I was cocooned in their spit and silk,
I slept for the first time in years and felt saved.
3-9-11
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