I’m full of
the ********
that resides in my
corridors—
these hedonists that slice
at my skin and my soul.
I’m old and tiredly awake.
The ******** won’t let me sleep.
They bite my guts with greedy teeth.
I become water…I become grain…
sowed by sadism and adultery.
They transfuse
into me and
I evolve into
something horribly new.
No more my artistic aura,
my classical sense—
Just a specter of gloom
and dust floating
in the structure of a self I can’t really recall.
This is my holy downfall.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
I’m full of
the ********
that resides in my
corridors—
these hedonists that slice
at my skin and my soul.
I’m old and tiredly awake.
The ******** won’t let me sleep.
They bite my guts with greedy teeth.
I become water…I become grain…
sowed by sadism and adultery.
They transfuse
into me and
I evolve into
something horribly new.
No more my artistic aura,
my classical sense—
Just a specter of gloom
and dust floating
in the structure of a self I can’t really recall.
This is my holy downfall.
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