Jouissance
Sweet, oh sweet, poison
On my tongue
Bliss! Pure ecstasy!
Strikes your palette; oh, my taste!
Loath to cease this sickly blessing,
The dopamine surge of endless joyous tragedy!
Until it drops,
The sickening taste of a sickening tongue, of a colour
Which recalls the taste of endless dust
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Of broken dreams and shattered home,
Of struggling creativity and dull passion
For a longing for what was but an illusion
A temporary reprieve, a caesura of the notes
That discordant tune which defines life
And brings meaning to meaningless pursuit
For a quick kiss, the pursuit of Jouissance,
Which resonates with this false soul,
Leads, to a moment of clear clarity, in the muddied eddies,
Of my unconscious ways
Until, forgotten, once more.
Sweet, oh so sweet, poison bliss
