I. HEART

I. HEART

A hunch.

It is an impulse
A rush of blood
Call it nature
Call it love

Pumping life
Wither slow
Cut with knife
3 ribs below

Blind deciding
Way to go!
Give unto Instinct
Repress your mind


Beating hard
On little deaths
There goes my life
A sigh within


No more breath!
No more grudges!
Nor blackmailers to the soul

Obviating the reason
Shall I seek for further reality
Where my opposite feeling
Can be finally understood.

As of now I will offer
As much pain
To justify the means

~+~

0. SPIRIT

0. Spirit

Turn to dust as time sand falls
Closing all the biggest doors
Open up and wide your legs
Call the curtains to be run

And you may finish.


Ah! To see my spirit soar.
Gather, see, that I invite you...
How you even dare to look!

A contradiction
A sin, condoned, with no remorse
And a reckless common sense

Bow to them!
Mock afterwards!
For this is very show of my existance.

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