Literature
What I Cannot Reach Anyway
What I Cannot Reach Anyway
Water in a desert, a statue sheds a tear
I follow in your footsteps too
Today, as before, I wish you were here
I scale these monuments for you
Endless chasm
Fleeting angels
Drilling holes into my head
Black sarcasm
Burning halos
I’ll see you buried in my stead
So close to the top, when at last I turn around
I scamper down the filthy bricks
Your gods are worthless, dead, rotting, drowned
And now I’m bored to tears of your tricks
Unchanging faces
Forgotten meanings
A sovereign who never leaves
Abandoned places
Silent screaming
You are rotting like the gods you grieve