The Summit

Long ago I dreamt of mountains,

I dreamt of finding bliss,

I lay alone now, unfulfilled

I sleep in slime and ****

I travelled far, and left my home

In search of light and revelation,

But neither the road, nor the sky

Could sanctify my demons.

I sought to pray atop the spire

Where the clouds and mountains meet,

Though restoration of lost fire,

Is a mere idealistic dream.

I've had women, but never known love

For my impotency defines,

I bore not the mind nor matter

To obtain what could have been mine.

Bitterness, sweet bitterness

I make love to my cigarettes,

They keep me warm on coldest nights

When I am drowning in Solipsis.

In cinema, man is changed by journeys

But fictions are not always so,

For some wounds are beyond healing,

And I race now towards Thanatos.

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