HEATHEN (?)

I am a heathen. And my language all kills.

For me love doesn’t exist

I throw my soul into the world.

Rotten and despised.

Behold my fatal grin.

Yes, I am a heathen.

The heavens cursed my being,

How can I resist the wasteland of my sins?

Is it a transgression to surrender myself into you?

Immersed at the fountain with you?

I still trust in the vital intimacy of a sweet kiss.

The bittersweet tang of a man’s caress.

I
perceive the world as spherical manure.

An aging, worn-out, and tarnished structure.

Inhabited by lunatics and power-mongers,

devouring flesh in a maniacal feast.

A heathen Am I?

is it a mistake to feel for the oppressed?

is it a mistake to fight the powers that bestowed miseries.

is it a mistake to see the future of your own will,

is it a mistake to take the gripping risk to love.. Yet again.

is it a mistake to be dormant within the silence,

is it wrong to put a smile across your man's face,

in exchange to ocean of your own flowing tears...

is it wrong to hurdle one step beyond than your own obscurity,

and if it is a mistake to collide and be ablaze.....

Then bury me in the pit of darkness for all eternity............