Feelings wished never had and never lost
The odd passion sought by allFall in its trap
Bathe in the sickness
Consumed
It is raw
Desirable
Unruly
Macrocosm of the inner mind
Prostituted out in air
Few will accept
Really breath
The disease
It is let soak
In every bit
Orifice
Permeated
Utterly consumed
Near rage
Near overdose
Near ecstasy
Shrieking pain
Pure pleasure
Undeniable
Accepted
Sick with another
Breathe you in
Exhale myself
Combined in a solitary unit
Of no comprehension
Experience to understand
Fall
Eyes
Closed
Soul, mind, existence
Open...
Poetry by Ben Lahnalampi
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Written on 2007-01-07 at 21:19
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