Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
I should have been a coat hanger ab((0))rtion
I quake from within,
In confusion, not sin
As pictures of Christ
Convey some sort of heist
And stare me down.
I feel I could drown,
I offer a sigh
As the seconds go by,
Ticking with glee,
How I wish I could flee
Though my legs will not work.
I am destined to lurk
Whether I like it or not.
Against it, I fought
But the pressure, it has me.
And my sanity,
So I sit with fingers crossed.
How can one feel so lost?
In her own mind, no less.
Will I choose to guess
Or leave well enough alone?
I am a clone,
Fighting wars in her hells.
These thoughts ring like bells,
But her eyes close.
Tears, her mind throws.
May 22, 2008
In confusion, not sin
As pictures of Christ
Convey some sort of heist
And stare me down.
I feel I could drown,
I offer a sigh
As the seconds go by,
Ticking with glee,
How I wish I could flee
Though my legs will not work.
I am destined to lurk
Whether I like it or not.
Against it, I fought
But the pressure, it has me.
And my sanity,
So I sit with fingers crossed.
How can one feel so lost?
In her own mind, no less.
Will I choose to guess
Or leave well enough alone?
I am a clone,
Fighting wars in her hells.
These thoughts ring like bells,
But her eyes close.
Tears, her mind throws.
May 22, 2008
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I should have been a coat hanger ab((0))rtion
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