Cestodes from Heritor by Helak

Shattered and lost
Within the pile of thoughts
Sincere noble rot,
A proper choice but would not be enough

No bliss nor lust
Almost atrophied
Merely pure disgust
In these suspended times, I’d be better if I had filled my guts with friendly, usurper cestodes

Skammen once was
Has molten in clouded past
Überhyped wormlust
Piercing through the disabled limbs of mine

Howling loud
Through my foamed guts out
With witnessed veins:
Beloved be the one who sweats out of pain and out of shame

Bir trajediyi yaşamıyor olmak asıl anormal olan.

Yaşamsallığın israfı, duyuların sarhoşluğundaki bedenlerin amaçsızca tüketilmesi.

Hayat müşterek bir imkansızlıktır.

Zamanın ağırlığı trajikomik bir ızdıraptır.

Ölmeden önce biraz serinleyeyim ve sonra tamamen yok olacağım.

Benliğin kendini yitirmeme çabasının kibirliliği.

More wounds, until I fucking die.

The extreme limit of the `possible’ assumes laughter, ecstasy, terrifed aproach towards death; assumes error, nausea, unceasing agitation of the `possible’ and the impossible. To conclude - broken, nevertheless, its absorption into despair. Nothing of what man can know, to this end, could be evaded without degredation, without sin.

Wherefore?
Lust!
Rejoice!

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