Nothing.
By Bo Jakobsen.
The hook stuck in my hollowed self-respect.
Draws life to the troublesome side, while I
Listening massaging your lies out of my flesh.
In the absence of reason, I felt your beautiful skin
And stole my lusts to the land of desire, your kingdom.
Fumbling I walked on my knees
to find everything that was not said in
the sun omnivorous absence of beauty.
Leaving my feelings as most, to
Be able to say “I understand” and meet you in
A world where no one is and where everything means
nothing.
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