Autopoem in black by SteffyPop

As I am writing this I am naked in my bed.

I am far too much spirit and soul, and far too little body.

As a child the entrance to the soul in others was to be found.

The body was the flaws of the soul, and it slowly dripped out through.

Dreams of bodies of asian uncles and wet pussylicious.

The mechanics of sex is the pounding of the nerves.

The soul is at stake with no understanding of separation.

In school feel free to have a look at yourself, or be jugded by others.

Find flaws, but disguise them with the soul – it was always possible.

That was the game of manipulation of life, and choices turned against you.

The sex! The soul! The body! The love! The greatest love! The great love.

And how others talk, or what they say, it´s without clues – they can´t speak!

They communicate with cocks and ass and pussy and buy rings and get married and get killed cause they didn´t know that side to him/her.

To get to – gether – know a person – well.

In the eyes of the horror of inside is a black hole of insides.

And the inside is an ocean where the inside of the ocean is a black hole.

And in space the inside can be outside and the space is an ocean of black insides.

And our inside is the outside of space and the oceans - within us is the darkness inside.

Bodies and souls and feelings of mechanics and sex and seizures and primitive needs and functions of all generations of emptiness filled with substance made out of black.

Total darkness in the middle of the eye and heat generated through anus and urinal canals.

Fuck you asshole! Fuck me! I wanna fuck him. Fuck´s sake!! The F-word.

Far too much soul and too little body to be a human.

Perhaps am I an angel?

Or a loser?

Or a psycho-crazy-lunatic-idiot?

Or reaching nirvana?

Or being worthless?

Or dead?

The body is the outside of a dark inside that is the outside of space, deriving from our holy God the Sun – the only true will of nonsense.