CELL IN A BLACK SOUL

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    CELL IN A BLACK SOUL

     CURSED AT FIRST SIGHT, YOU TRAPPED ME IN A WORLD FILLED BY YOU, MAKING ME BECOME OBLIVIOUS TO MYSELF: FORGETTING WHO I AM. NOW I'M KILLING MYSELF WITH LOVE. I WANT REST MY HEAD ON YOUR SOUL AND SLEEP IN YOUR WOMB. I'M CAGED INSIDE OF YOU, WHILE YOU'RE STUCK IN MY HEAD. I NEED FOR YOU TO SWALLOW MY LIFE AND EAT MY DEATH. I'M TRAPPED IN A HELL WHERE SATAN IS CONSIDERED AN ANGEL. YOU EAT ME, AND YET WHILE I'M IN YOUR STOMACH DECAYINGI'M STILL ALIVE, SUFFERING FROM 'LIFE', DEATH, AND LOVE. I WALK ALONE IN DARKNESS TRYING TO FIND MY HOME: I SEARCH FOOREVE... I SEARCH FOR YOU. YOU'RE A VIRUS TO MY BRAIN, FOREVER ON MY MIND, AND YOU NEVER LEAVE. KILL ME NOW, AND MAYBE YOU'LL 'KILL THE PAIN'. BUT TOMORROW YOU'LL BARELY REMEMBER MY NAME. WHAT HAVE I DONE, BOTH TO YOU AND TO MYSELF. DID I KILL US A LONG TIME AGO OR DO WE NATURALLY LIVE DEATH. I'LL COMMIT SUICIDE NOW, JUST TO LEAVE YOU ALONE AND TO STAY OUT OF YOUR LIFE. HERE IN A WHOLE OF MISERY I SEE YOUR FACE, YOU HAUNT ME. IS IT THAT YOU WANT ME DEAD? I CRY BECAUSE I CAN'T SEE YOUR FACE. CAN I KEEP YOU, AND HAVE YOU IN MY POCKET WHERE YOU'LL STAY FOREVER. BUT THAT WILL MAKE ME GO CRAZY, NOT SEEING YOU FREE, LIKE A WINGLESS ANGEL. THOUGH I'M DEAD I STILL SEE YOUR FACE, AND STILL HEAR THE WINDS CALL YOUR NAME. BY TRYING TO KEEP YOU I LOST MYSELF IN MYSELF. TAKE AWAY MY BREATH, TAKE AWAY MY AIR, AND TAKE AWAY LIFE, BUT NEVER TAKE AWAY YOURSELF. YOU ARE MY SPIRIT, SINCE I LOST MY FIRST ONE WHEN I WAS BORN. I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND SEE A FACE I NEVER SEEN BEFORE... MYSELF.  YOU LED ME TO A SPIDER WEB, NOW I BEG DEATH TO RAPE ME. ITALK NOTHING, MY WORDS ARE USLESS, MY LIFE IS FUTILE, I AM TRIVIAL, THATS WHY I TRY TO KIDNQAP YOUR MIND SO I CAN HAVE A PURPOSE TO  MY UTTERLY PATHETIC LIFE. BUT I JUST SIT HERE IN THE NIGHT. KILLING MY OWN DEATH. WITH YOU I'M DYING, WITHOUT YOU I'M DEAD, GIVE ME YOUR SOUL SO I CAN KILL MYSELF AGAIN. I BREATH YET NO AIR COMES OUT

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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