I am most high,
In my own secret places,
Where I go to,
Escape the lives,
I live between the hollow hallowed lies,
And most unholy thighs,
And through these vacant eyes,
I see my god,
Unhuman inhuman desperate and mad,
Dying from a perplexingly infinite life,
Dying to feel,
To be amongst man,
To be real,
To understand.
Yannick Nesta Pessoa
Copyright ©2006 Yannick Nesta Pessoa
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