Friday, 17 July 2009

Everyday I perish,
everyday I am crucified for all my sins
I string myself up & cut through.
the worst pain is that which a man inflicts upon himself
I bear the brunt of my own arrows
I commit hari-kiri in every aching mindset
just to continually want to stand strong
just to continually want to change
to pro-create
to cure the cursed imperfections which crawl through my twitching veins
which is the worst mockery of all the years
the reminders of all the blows I have given myself
my failures relfecting back at me in a thousand fairground mirrors
and yet still I stand, like the statue who wishes to move.
I am my own poison
I am my own antidote

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