how do you write your soul as piece of poetry?
where do i sell my soul?
on which demon's door do i knock?
in front of which god do i kneel?
or do i need to be more human? savage my kinds?
do i need to be eagle and feast on the man's eyes?
or do i need to be something less significant?
like the worms on the ground and feed on dead?
what's poetry?
i'm aware, i must have some kind of purpose to be born but god was i supposed to sit and watch the life pass by?
i met a man today, he was delighted, known to what he likes.
he met a woman today who never grew up. in my heart, i keep my twelve year old alive.
the girl, said and vowed to her father: passion matter the more.
so tell me what's yours? the father asked.
the girl looked at the sky, jealous of moon.
he could be alone—but, she...she can only cry around men.
what's poetry?
do i need to suffer more?
god, where is my call?
devil, you said you feed on soul...take mine, hold it as your...give me a purpose.
oh lord, i just want to write.
write my soul.