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More in MosquitoBytes Volume 11: Der Sturz von Uriel - 2007-2008

Menschlich

Tödliche Liebe. Co-written with an American poet friend of mine who uses the pen-name Gungalo.

You talk of hell

Of insects and parasites
Gorged on rotting flesh

You talk of hell

Like it's.....

Somewhere else

I hate to disappoint you
You don't seem to understand


I'm everywhere

I see and know all


Long

Long before you notice

 

I watch

I hoped you would be more perceptive
Receptive to the squalor in which you wallow

Instead

Oblivious to what really goes on

You stumble in my wake


See

I know you

Push away the dark if you can
Though I doubt your will for it

Sit and ponder why there is no beyond

Sit

Idle

Wasting your time

Perhaps pray to your god
The same god I prey on

Do you feel him
Sense him in any way

Or is that fear

Of course
You're god fearing

 

Then I must be God

 

The warmth in your heart

With your eyes closed
You feel the rapture
The uplifting of your spirit

You open your eyes

Look down

See the hand holding your heart

The hand that comes from within your chest

Feel my breath in your ear

Whispering from behind

"I give you this heart
that you may eat of my flesh"

Do you really think I would give my heart?

But I did

I am your god
So your heart is mine

I know your thoughts
How they quarrel with me

Listen as I set them forth for you

"Divine thou art

That heart you gave me
Is mortally wounded.
Too soon you spoke

In the dark you awoke
The craving

For that depraved thought

That thou art not

Yet

What proof is there
Are you really there?

I can see in the dark

I can feel in the dark

I like it in the dark


What say you to that?"


Aaaah child

For that is all you are
Man
Child

All you ever will be

Do you not perceive the truth

I too am man
I too am child

See in the dark?
Feel in the dark?
Enjoy the dark?

Young human

We are the dark

I am but another you

Deceitful
Cunning
Petty

Ravenous

Violent


The one thing

The only thing

Which separates us

Is this

 

I admit it


Whilst you

Denying it

Lie there

Eviscerated

Wasting your time praying to a god

When I've just slaughtered mine


A pity really
You could have joined me


If only you'd opened your mind

© 2007, Mosquitobyte & Gungalo

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