ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]

Still a Slave

The grappling sense of servitude,

Bound with shackles

Of rusted love,

Of the defunct acid of your faithlessness.

I am but a slave,

To my side 

Of the Banal love,

Of the unsought forgiveness.

I am craving in the thunders of fury,

But still,

I am fighting my vex,

I am raging in the fall of my love,

I still breathe out love,

Even when my breath is fed with fire.