ARE YOU LEAVING TO BE, OR RATHER BREATHING TO FEAR?
This world does feel wrong to you
Reaching for THE VOID hanging on this black dress of yours.
Sparkles of a soul that
Not to treat itself to caress the eternal breeze.
You whisper a violent “TAKE ME,”
Ready for the phallus & its fluid.
Pretty thing, Queen of Hell,
Or an underworld without the appeal
For spring to bring those lights of pride.
May I require you as my bride,
Must you hate me in disguise?
Alongside seasons and times to lose.
Diving into confusion for OBLIVION we should,
To embrace our veil, and pray.
BE MY PREY, as weak as bliss, panta rei.
All flows, all changes.
An infinite wave of treaties
For the worst to display and to kiss.
Your eyes draw the armour that I hide behind.
The idleness connecting us,
This beautiful gift of love to mistrust.
WORSHIP THE MASTER YOU ARE REJECTING,
Human you think you embody
When you remain that silhouette,
lost and lonely.
OUR RIDE, in the end, draws as only mine.
I will keep stepping in those tracks,
Dirty of my hope, my thoughts.
All is fine, because I am my own purpose.
You are just ANOTHER DOT to the line.
SHADOWS, we are feeling none of it.
Just a trick, in a blink, of a once upon a time;
PERPETUAL TREASON of mine.
Where has she gone that daughter of perfection? Like Persephone,
She married the darkness, supreme insult
To their hopes high as dope.
The feel of time as heavy as a hammer on one’s heart.
The hurricane is breaking in,
Adrenaline kicking in,
DRAWN US IN THIS
Disgusting sheets covering my lips,
Cigarettes ceased smoking,
Cards all fell on the ground,
And to blame, remains this phoenix. . .
His wings, PARALYSED.
FOR FOGGY PLASMA Issue II, poetic/artistic publication
by Millie Radakovic ©2019