Elk hunting

[mawgui]

I went looking for faith and proof.
It was unfortunate but I was a minute late.
Instead I stumbled into hell.
The hiss of my past is like air leak under high pressure.

I saw her again,
an Elk in my sights
As I clear the dense forest with a machete
I cling to the blade and it sings to no one but me.

My sickness sings and rings,
I cut through my past to find a future
I look through the looking glass
hoping to find a glimpse of what is my destiny

Desperately looking for beauty once lost
but I'm in a hurry
and instead I see an ever evolving mass
of successful attempts of ridding myself of my disease

A leper or a child with freckles
The difference is little in my eyes
Spots upon spots upon spots
I seek the recognition of being clean
only so I can truly be dirty.