I confess I am afraid of you

The catastrophe of your exaggerate love
You who never find yourself in love
But only lose yourself futher, decomposing.
You who never recover from out of the orgasm of loving (...)

You who in loving break down
And break futher and futher down
Your bounds of isolation,
But who never rise, resurrected, from the grave of mingling,
In a new proud singleness(...)

[ Dodano: 2006-11-21, 23:41 ]
can you trace that, too? thanx