I am the darkness in the corner of the room
The smothered unit, loving hater, hateful lover
Craving the warmth of a dying bonfire
Craving you, craving everything
As master says, sprawling on a pin
Pinned against the wall by my insecurities
Unable to move, yet yearning so much
For the muscles to grow stronger and liberate
My tired body
Kiss me, and forgive my torn entrails
I'm haunted by visions of couples
Enjoying each other
With my paralazed husk, the observer
Though I seek glee and not love
Love has placed itself as if
A necessary milestone on the path
Life is ecstasy and horror
I happen to be quite eager
To enlighten the dark corner of the room
My crucial wish it is
To replicate in its entire grandiosity
The horror of the existence of some
For the happy and fulfilled
And the sorrowful and vain
Nothingness beckons us all in the end
Nothingness is equality
Have you ever sensed
Your throat and belly tightening
Out of the potency of their curse?
I am that man
Whom you're unlikely to see
Wriggling on the floor of his room
Fighting images of many two's
Then standing up
And crawling onwards
Led by lucid dreams of dawn
This is not a poem
