~( I saw the images of my mind between my thoughts and feels between my words and fears and I know it's all illusion it's all illusion
these words these feels these thoughts these saint weird images in my crucified mind in my crucified mind
it's sacrifice of emptiness of absolute void between my hands in this dark chaos of my broken soul in her mouth
I touched the things, the tables, wet vaginas, penises, and felt their warmth and moisture alive and dead alive and dead at the same time at the same time
and they told me: all it's not what it seems they told me: don't believe, you're the man! don't believe! it's all illusion it's all illusion just doubt and know it!
life and death death and life just only can be always only can be but never will be never will be
in this dark void the absolute emptiness of my broken mind of my liquid heart
only can be
They told me: you live in a potential world. Don't care about it.
They told me: your life is just a potential of itself. Don't care about it.
They told me: you are **** Sapiens! You don't have right to believe! You must doubt!
Doubt! Doubt! Doubt! Doubt everything!
And I doubt. I doubt my existence. And I look at my hands in this dark chaos of my lost voice And I know it's not my hand, but just a potentiality of itself...
it's not my hand it's not my hand it's not my hand just a potentiality of itself
~the hand not my hand ~the hand not my hand ~the hand not my hand
it's strange! it's miracle! it's indescribably!
it's not my hand it's not a hand
only can be in this dark void
only can be in this dark night
I look at my hand in this dark void I look in my hand in this dark void
in this in this
in this dark void
I look
at
my
hand
Ok, it's all very and very strange. )
P.S. If you donβt understand my weird poem read about Theomism: http://theomism.org/.