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


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