Sunday, May 13, 2012



How should I stop myself
from being the garroter of my own
from the eternal loop of Sisyphean
from the endless cycle of Uroboros

How should I prove my existence
if I never existed?
The thought of acceptance
evokes a disturbance on my innocence

I enjoy the nocturne of Nihilism
the fallacious song of existence
I loathe the very existence of my presence
quivering with the sickening indulgence

I lust for your lithe figure, such a filthy temptation for you to slowly devour my existence