Impossible Battle - by Erik Smith
still trying
to fill this hole
somewhere inside me
sometimes widening
sometimes deepening
always expanding
never collapsing
ever encompassing
inserting alcohol
placing vents
compliments
a perfect woman
a broken hymen
a slice in my flesh
a strum on a guitar
a glance from afar
and a kiss goodbye
then i lay in bed
next to another perfect woman
knowing it will disintegrate
because of a manifestation within
a black soul painted white
too weak to continue to fight
and hoping she can understand
that i cannot be complete
and my heart will still deplete
no matter how hard i try
love, drugs, help from above or below
nothing can fix me only complex me
