Song of the deceased

The worst is oblivion.

Pain can be delightful;

It is sensuous to me now- sexy.

I yearn for sharpness, stinging,

aching, burning, crushing…

Heartache! Now there’s a thing to be desired-

Prized above all;

It is the best of pains

For it makes one feel most alive.

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