poem

Do you really want to live forever?
Would you repeat your painful birth
The pain,
The warm free-flowing tears,
The pains of despised love (with the bard’s forgiveness)
The love’s delay (same as before)
Love’s death
My own love’s agony
Blindness of the heart,
Blindness of too many souls
Blindness of both of us before falling into boredom,
Into the void,
Into non-everlasting drugs,
Into drugstores –with guns which never fired, but killed nevertheless-
Into sleep,
Into nightmares,
Inside you, crying for what should not have been done,
Into you, repenting but wanting, trying to prevent what was meant to happen,
Into you, pleading for redemption,
Into you, begging for a good excuse,
Into you clinging to what always existed, but never will be
Into you, realizing what you always knew,
Into you, suddenly realizing about damnation
Into you, in and out, but always mercilessly destroying what was before.
Into you, with love and hate.
Would you repeat this tale of destruction?
Probably yes.
In this world, in all worlds