Haunted

 

My love, you persecute me
like a phantom in my dreams
to never leave me quite alone
in peace, but always driving me on
furiously in whirlpool storms
more downwards to my ruin
to be ever born again
and start again from the beginning.
It’s a phenomenon,
this self-destructive love,
that ever keeps renewing forcefully itself
by constant Harmageddons of destruction.
Just go on and keep on killing me
forever and again, that I may go on
loving you and dying for it
to be able to continue.

 

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