Microwave

The void feeds me.

I finally plunge my hands
in the dark liquid
and fill them with powerful filth.
I pour it into the hole
that makes my flesh twitch
and I vomit everything in my heart
forcing it to beat
like cosmic microwave background.

Terrible life
breaks my face
and disrupts the ancient blocks of the temple.
Waves of reality
keep shattering me.
My breath gets heavier.

Terrible life
pauses me more each new second,
I am feeding myself on the void.
The ghost, I am ridden of.
Death is powerless.
I am mortal forever,
immortal here and now,
the foul filth of life
dripping from my limbs,

damned and liberated.



[Torino, 21/10/2015]