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Leaden treasure in the body, Reasonable heart and medusa. Bitterness flows out in crimson tears, The eye its bleeding melancholy gives away, From a ramified serpent, blue Wailing to the sobbing beat Of its heart, spitting. Fierce assassinating disillusions, Gun, dagger, vicious rope; Sadness drowns in its incandescent flow The spirit: pool of blood. The body survives or does not... The spirit... does not The mirror scrutinises with hatred, Hatred for the I who stands before, Body and soul, Ego... Phobia -- Egophobia Longing for decay, for autodestruction. Loving -- comitting suicide Love is suicide I am here I-dea-- |
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