დაბადების დღის

გამოქვეყნება ნაგვიანევია.
ორმა საჭიროებამ მოითხოვა.
ერთმა, რომელსაც სხვანაირად ჯადოქრობას აბრალებენ და
მეორემ, რომლის სახელიც ჯერ არ ვიცი.
.


*Evil poem spied from the subconscious

To a crow, wolf, lion

This is not a present.
Or... depends how many layers deep you'll read.

This is a request.
Demand - if you like.

I want you to love me.
Bone deep, soul scratching.

I want you to seek love with me, through me, by me, in me.
Because of me.

I want to be your deliverance and curse.
I want you to lose and gain your freedom with me.

I. Want. You.

I want your acceptance

Obedience 

Rebellion

War and peace.

Deepest waters.

Hidden wishes. 

Furthest caves.

I want to be your pain. Your release.

Your thoughts
Fears and dreams

I want you all.

..

Yes. This is bad. Yes, this is a murder. And a suicide.
And yes-fuck the void.

and yes - as many lifetimes as it takes. 

..
I want you to love me.
This bad,
This complicated,

This weird,

This worst kind of me. 

I want you to crave me.
This ugly.

This weak.
This untended. 

This lost.

I want all.
As this is the only real way to exit.
This. Is. Real.
As everything real is far from perfection(that's why it's perfect BTW).
Even more - ugly.

..

You are right. This is ill.
And scary

And dangerous.
Shortly - bad game.

Only..
This is not a game.

..

So

Happy birthday
My curse, my fear, my darkness, my illness, my sin.

My Redemption.
Lion.

Crow.

Wolf.