Castillo
I’m
full of
the
bullshit
that
resides in my
corridors—
these
hedonists that slice
at
my skin and my soul.
I’m
old and tiredly awake.
The
assholes won’t let me sleep.
They
bite my guts with greedy teeth.
I
become water…I become grain…
sowed
by sadism and adultery.
They
transfuse
into
me and
I
evolve into
something
horribly new.
No
more my artistic aura,
my
classical sense—
Just
a specter of gloom
and
dust floating
in
the structure of a self I can’t really recall.
This
is my holy downfall.
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