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Hunger

My hunger

I have told you this thousands of years ago

my hunger

is a monster you can never comprehend

Hell, I can’t even comprehend it myself

My hunger, my hunger

I run like mad horse

a black cube in the desert floating

made of pitch darkness

bottomless vacuum

my hunger, my hunger

How can I love you and live with this hunger

but how can I tell you about this hunger

when you have lost your limbs for me

And my dear doctor asked

“Will you satisfiy your hunger with a new prey?”

To be honest I’d rather die

Yet here I am devouring love

of a Goddess while chewing

at yout bones

Cinta, Eksistensialisme, English, Puisi

With You

With you I do believe in magic
and fairies, and omen, and sacrifice

With you I do believe that I can endure
persevere, and nothing can stop me but death

and death is the ultimate magic of all
it is the one absolute, most powerful
and certain with zero possibility:
an end to unpredictability of life

In death we can be sure
what comes around goes around

And in death separation is closed
in life, separation could have closure

What’s after death? Nobody came back to tell


After life? Death. Done.