Stuck
Who can cope with the entanglement
and the ensnaring self-consumption of addictive love
that traps you in a black hole of devouring exhaustion
to just keep you prisoner with no escape,
since you delight in the outrageous masochistic madness
that eats up your soul in painful loss
until you languish in supreme despair;
and yet the miracle phenomenon is this,
that you just cannot stop
but must continue lusting, driving on in spite of all
in self-consuming and outrageous folly,
since your energy in that direction is a black hole
that can never be fulfilled or satisfied;
and thus you keep on roller-coastering without hope and no end
except in new black holes in darkness through the universe.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-03-23 at 08:14
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