passion of the damned

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Spare me any cheap ploy explanations

Nothing gets past these iron vexations

The chemicals I've hog-tied all run on the loose

Save your wild goose chases when I already refuse

To tone down all my cravings of deep-fried aggressions



All the landmines I stepped on regrouped inside of me

A cool-headed actress while they build their dynasties

For time is impermanent so I can't keep them amused

Their walls of my patience, this world has abused

When everything gives me a run for their money



All the flowers in my garden burst into flames

When everyone enters and turns it into a grave

Loathing with every little incomprehensible thing

My voice can bellow, breathing inside a boxing ring

Contorting my peace into abstract shapes



The music has ended, reaching the last line

The full moon has brightened, and I howl through the night

I beat and I batter my collection of toy trucks

Slash on skins and surfaces uncut

It'll be too late to tame this beast, for I don't even know why



I am a one enormous button you would regret to press

My saneness has worn out, squeezed in to suppress

I've been on my knees for my god I mollified

Dressing it up with a metal collar polished nice

But now it's been fragile when melancholia had it undressed


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