The Man Who Tortures Himself To J. G. F. I shall strike you - TopicsExpress



          

The Man Who Tortures Himself To J. G. F. I shall strike you without anger And without hate, like a butcher, As Moses struck the rock! And from your eyelids I shall make The waters of suffering gush forth To inundate my Sahara. My desire swollen with hope Will float upon your salty tears Like a vessel which puts to sea, And in my heart that theyll make drunk Your beloved sobs will resound Like a drum beating the charge! Am I not a discord In the heavenly symphony, Thanks to voracious Irony Who shakes me and who bites me? Shes in my voice, the termagant! All my blood is her black poison! I am the sinister mirror In which the vixen looks. I am the wound and the dagger! I am the blow and the cheek! I am the members and the wheel, Victim and executioner! Im the vampire of my own heart — One of those utter derelicts Condemned to eternal laughter, But who can no longer smile! - Charles Baudelaire - Flowers of Evil
Posted on: Wed, 27 Aug 2014 21:25:57 +0000

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