Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

It’s Hereditary

You find yourself in a world,
And unfamiliar as it is,
You couldn’t fear anything,
You couldn’t be forced to cry,
To realize that the life and loves
You were once so attracted to
Are now nothing but a memory of sadness.
You would want to be scared, but all
You can really do is force out tears
And pretend that it’ll all be okay.
Nothing is ever okay.
Your hope, which was once promising
Is now suspended in midair,
Daunting you, demoralizing everything
You once stood for. You have nothing,
You feel like nothing
And your heart, which once beat normally,
Or somewhere near normal and content,
Now feels the feel of being
Cleaved out of its cavity.
Where would you turn?
Where would you go?
What would you do,
If one parent wanted you but
The other choose you too?
What would your answer be
If one confronted you
And asked who you loved more?
Who would you turn to if both seemed
Dissolute and fanatical?
What excuses could you offer this time?
You wouldn’t feel much like
Being yourself anymore,
Simple words and promises that
Tomorrow’s day would be brighter
No longer soothe that damn soul of yours
And thus, you begin
To feel the crazy that
Only heredity can give you.

July 15, 2004
Suge
 






*It's been one of those f*cked up weeks ya know?


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