I look into the depths of the abyss ,
defying the dragon of the forbidden .
catching that burning opale gaze
who tells me :
'' Come I 'll wait for you !
Be my object and torment ! ''
My soul is made of steel ,
and sings of suicides
and sublime endings !
The unfathomable has the tenderness
of a child's smile ,
stretching its arms
towards the corpse of love ...
If you plunge
into the chasm,murky waters ,
Teddy will be there ,by your side ,
on the psychiatrist's sofa ...
I hear the call of the black hole ,
hell's lamentations ,wandering
on the naked orbit of Venus ...
Straight line of a virgin page ,
leaving the scarification ...
Now initiated to the mysteries ,
midnight priest .
Prophet of blasphemy .
Ectoplasms masters .
God of the flies
that vibrates in the etheric womb .
In these times ,when death
wears decency .
Peace frightens the shadows
lurking in the twilight ...
Immersed in this magma
of lunar depressions ,
I contemplate ,
the monster tragic farce .
Other me,the face ,
who mocks and rejects ,
Murmuring :
'' Come and dwell within me ! ''
Cursed imprecation .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2025 10:34
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Comments3
Erupting emotions characterize this poem they shout out and all those passing. Very emotional. Nicely done
An inspiration on a theme addressed by F. Nietszche .
bravo
A kind of introspection !
thoroughly enjoyed
From a philosophical aphorism you have created an entire tragic mystery. This gaze into the abyss becomes a dialogue with the shadow, with the inner "other", with the double who calls and seduces.
We contemplate this monster with its farciful face !
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