"This Suffering Is Killing My Soul"
February 27, 2008 10:10pm CST
"This Suffering Is Killing My Soul" You cannot understand the vitality Of the insanity that I envelope The discomfort has such a finality That it seeks to destroy my very essence Everything I hold... Is shattered with the force of frustration It is a silent menace... The poison of an undetectable presence That converts me into an image of wickedness Shame is all that my vision views Shame over stupid insipid actions I become the image of Adam The Father of Idiocy The image, I am, of my father Not biological one... Nor the glorious one... But of the stupid one.. Adam the Idiot His curse is found in my DNA But it has mutated into an imbalance That even the common man does not understand The man of futile activity and total lack of reason My Wish would be that life would be a dream.. Because the stabbing of my soul, With a knife of illogical psychological pain, Becomes a bigger burden every passing day. I am nothing of what I wish I were I am ashamed over being alive I am frustration being spread by an infestation Of a mutilating Chemical Imbalance. ZeN
• United States
28 Feb 08
Wow, that was... Amazing. I feel like that sometimes. You were very eloquent about it, unlike me. I wrote a poem called "Chemicals" about the same kind of thing awhile back. *hugs* Feel better, please? Because suffering for art is only good when you can feel better afterwards.