Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Bony ends wracked with pain,
Twisted into an obscenity.
Burning with shame inside,
Cursing my apparent destiny.
Hobbling and wobbling along,
Every step an arduos journey,
Sapping the mind's strength,
Inflaming the soul's vitality.
No person can feel,
No person can contemplate,
The void of honour in such a life,
To live on with such accursed traits.
Oh God above, on thy holiest of seats!
Why does thou curse me?
Smiting me with thy mighty palm,
Entombed in seemingly eternal misery.
The worldy physical gifts are denied me.
But what i honour i have, i hoard.
Releasing what light is left to my soul,
Flaying the masses with my thought.
9:29 PM
