I am void.
I am empty.
I fill myself up and I always end up utterly and completely
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I am void.
Who do you think you are?
A whisper in my ear
A lick on my neck
I’ve bleed centuries!
Centuries more before you
I am ageless
You have sharp teeth
And a swift tongue
You have youth and words that I don’t have
I cannot understand you
I cannot touch you
You were already dead when I’ve found you
I am dissolving
While you are festing
I am leaving lock of lust behind me
Who are you?
Why are you still here
Why do I think about you?
There is a blank canvas where you used to be.
I woke up with the taste of salt on my tongue and knots in my hair. I looked around to discover corpses in pools of blood scattered on the broken wood. A thick fog was obscuring the view but I could hear the dead weight of our boat scraping against rocks and slowly drowning in the quick water, creating a macabre symphony . I carefully stood up. I thought I was alone left alive until a large form moved to my right, then another one, smaller, to my left.
I tried to remember where I was and who they might be but all was blank in my head. It felt like I had chains tying me down to the back of my mind. I could remember nothing. I shook my head and tried to immerge myself in the present. Memories would have to wait.
-Who’s there?” I said, strengthening my voice.
Les pieds glacés, j’ouvre les yeux et découvre le corps effondré du monstre. Baigné dans une mare opale, il convulse ses dernières malédictions. Les doigts incrustés de sang figé, les cheveux raz, j’inspire les dernières vapeurs de la drogue qui brule mes poumons et ma gorge. J’expire un nuage de pardons. Mon obsession qui avait recouvert l’entité de ma langue, tapissant d’huile orageuse mes envies, forme une boule au fond de ma gorge que je crache sur le dragon égorgé. J’ai tout siphonné la lumière de la dernière année, diamanté les malheurs et bu les vagues de terreur. J’arrache de mes pouces les dernières loques qui collent à mes os. Flambant nue, les lèvres retroussées, je saute et laisse le grand serpent s’endormir.
I am oblivious to certain thing in my life.
Some stuff are independent of me
And I do not know to what extend I…
I lay there in bed, drunk on cheap wine
While he is downstairs, gussing up for something primal.
I lay there in bed, a hand on my belly
Drawing circles on my flesh.
I wish I could erase humanity
Except for this feeling of elation
Somethings you can’t explain
But they live on
They live on, no matter how much wine you had.