My mind is attacking, flagellating itself...
'till it will be a litter of whole thoughts,
fu.cked up, comatose,
liver-failure,
pot, drugs,
insane memories...
perfect love.
death of an illusion...
I scorn myself from above.
I love so much, I care so much...
I'm so apathetic.
Ignorant.
In my insular world of perfection...
you wont touch me.
I wont touch me.
Orgastic impotence,
I fawn to bleed,
I bleed to see...
nothing.
[my rant in a poem]