Poem in work

This frivolous function of filling the air

Temptation triumphs over the soul

Existential Despair

Self Portrait

Work in progress

Let the flesh melt a little longer this time. 
Torture of 
Wretched Image
Sinews stretched until snap.
Miserable grey matter. 

Don’t go in, go in.
Stress and tension.
Not to mention the mess of understanding. 
Misplaced images and awkward words.
Heard, unheard. 
Don’t go in, go in. 
Please, try not to realise
Accept the lies that cover 
What is not the truth
But truer than the rest. 
This risk. 
That we shall fall together.
Into unified hysteria. 
Things unsolved.
Lost in the cause and effect of you. 
Don’t go in, go in. 
This porous skin.
That knows no method other than invitation.
You dissolve through and fuse.
And alter the matter of my being. 
We trip into terrific bliss
Intertwined with something horrific.
A drunk ecstasy and numb apathy.
Blowing kisses over a corpse that faintly resembles something.
Go in and
Leave the knife a little deeper this time.
Until it becomes a part of you.
A cold steel appendage 
an old feeling of-
No matter. 
Don’t go in, go in. 
But if you must.
Don’t leave, leave.
Stay, don’t stay.

Benjamin Wolff