Devoured in fruitless passion…


Blood me a river,
Hear me a thunder,
Pinch me a dagger,
Burden me another life!

All those days, I clenched so tight,
Or even the highest night,
Devoured in fruitless passion,
An ornament of our beloved reason!

Obscure, rails me in thought,
An orb full in golden light,
But none outside, the wretched inside
Seeping through, days and dreams!

Beyond infinity, open me an eye,
Outside the dungeon, unshackle,
If possible, then fall apart,
I know then the impeccable nothing.

Obtrusive the fleshy life itself,
Requisite to those, lost already,
May, the afterlife become an infinity,
Perfect then a penance, limitless in might.

Jolts every now and then,
My weary locks of gold,
Spiraling around the endeavor,
Miserable, a mere picture to depiction!

Decadence already within this chamber!
Rivers gold, grey or any you please,
Never too shallow to bathe,
But vacant, wings none home…



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