Brutal Soul

 

weird friends 2

 

Brutal soul,

cannibal of dreams,

you are rapacious,

insatiable.

Night burns into

day, and into

night again,

and there is no

mercy,

no reprieve.

There is only

hunger.

 

There is only

hunger,

the mother

of lies,

and a god

who will not

speak.

I will not

tempt you.

I am not

so vain.

 

I am not

so vain to think,

nor plunge

myself into

the cold flood,

believing

that I would not

sink. Mad,

but not a fool.

 

Mad,

but not a fool,

the lashes

make red stripes

upon my skin.

By them I know

I am alive.

The pain

is truth.

Pain is the

only truth,

brutal soul.

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