I am my own false goverment
with my own erased perverted past and future.
I am my own, forgotted by God, concentration camp,
I am my own Cerberus, who blocked myself a road to heaven.
I am my own middle ages tortuous machine,
I am my own Lucifer, who was fallen once upon a time from the high sky.
I am my own awful uncompromising critic,
I am my own terry vest, where my own moaner is crying.
I am my own virus of my own organism,
I am my own waster, spender, and my own owner.
My own clown, jester, and king,
fool, hypocrite and authority,
I have tied the bell around my neck.
It would ring by itself many years.
On the lane,
where the caricatures
of myself
are on the walls.
I will go thru noisy
and silently
to my flat.
To forget about the problems.
about myself. traitor and deserter.
about myself,
the king who's driving at myself - an animal, with the whip
where the morning and evening will interlace together,
and the torture will stop, only when the eyes will be closed.
where the chairs are set
for one person
and the table is upend
the banquet appointed
for the celebration
for myself
the celebration
which doesn't exist
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