Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Inutile
I hate the feeling of uselessness,
The way it sits in my soul
And eats a hole in my heart.
The way it smothers me in my wake.
I hate the way it looms over the threshold,
I hate how it pounces on me,
Holds me down like a lead weight.
I hate the way it covers me,
Swallows the whole of me, including my aura.
I hate how I can't shake it off me.
I hate how it absorbs.
I hate what it absorbs.
It even has a smell to me,
A taste,
A gritty texture.
It even stains the walls of my mind
And,
It affects me a little too profoundly.
July 5, 2005
Suge
The way it sits in my soul
And eats a hole in my heart.
The way it smothers me in my wake.
I hate the way it looms over the threshold,
I hate how it pounces on me,
Holds me down like a lead weight.
I hate the way it covers me,
Swallows the whole of me, including my aura.
I hate how I can't shake it off me.
I hate how it absorbs.
I hate what it absorbs.
It even has a smell to me,
A taste,
A gritty texture.
It even stains the walls of my mind
And,
It affects me a little too profoundly.
July 5, 2005
Suge
Comment On This Poem ---
Inutile
Inutile
