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Terminally ill dedicated to dear Manatita from Saria Saeed

Updated on November 14, 2014

There is a special person very dear to my heart

Like Cancer keeps growing onto me and inside

They say love bug is in the air, that deadly virus;

I am uncertain, but I might be seized

Now I am terminally ill

trapped in this very peculiar void, a juxtaposition of diseases, too afraid to commit the assisted suicide; no regrets

There is a part of me seeking guilty pleasures in the suffering, the bewitching horror of the wild unconscious,

A cycladic craving to witness being blown to fragments, bleeding to death, repeatedly in this infinity loop.

Though I have to come to realise;

Time is no entity for us love zombies, for we unwittingly chose to be infected

Our stone hearts will dance forever to the beat, in the rhythm of love.

Alas! my death wish granted; an eternal youth of this sweet pain and misery.

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    • manatita44 profile image

      manatita44 15 months ago from london

      Missing you. Is all ok? Let me know, thanks.


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      saria 3 years ago from u.k

      Thankyou so much dear

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Absolutely awesome.

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      saria 3 years ago from u.k

      My pleasure

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      manatita44 3 years ago from london

      This powerful poem still beats me! I have read it twice. I won't ask you what it means ... it's simply beautiful!!

      My deepest appreciation for this tender gesture of love supreme in the unparelleled art of using words. God bless, my Sweet.