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.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 11:07 AM UTC
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.