delivering_the_insect Joana. The insides of ear tear up the brain And buzz constantly in head Like mad wasps Stinging and stinging Over And over Again As looking at the floor now Noticing the moribund mosquito Struggling its way out of death It means it's neither Heaven nor Hell Awaiting But something much more fantastically terrifying Nothingness awaits it silently And calmly Stretching out her hands Pulling the mosquito closer to her Beckoning it to her Calling it with morbid seduction Yes, it's giving in now It will soon find the brightness The blinding lights of Nothing And cease existence Cease its surviving strival And embrace her warmly As time and space disintegrate around their bleary shadows 000920 what's it to you? who go blather from