Burning Passions of Damnation

Speak not of age,as though it were a game. What matters youth, the feelings the same. Passion, romance, such fleeting thoughts, unrequited, anguish and pain, Only words to an empty heart, a darkened soul, a mind lost, insane. What voices do I hear, that tell me what to do? There is a pain in my chest at the mention of you. So many choices, and others lives to consider. Reality, fantasy, they both merge too, I sit at your table, with self consuming hunger, for a feast that satisfies so few. Would that I could return satisfied, Knowing in my heart that I have not lied, to myself at the expense of my sanity, My passion, or my pride. My soul cries out to stem the flow of my emotions. I feel drained, I feel sick, I have cried. I walked away, my footprints in the sand, leading straight to where I stopped to stand, Listening to the voices within. Like a sirens song, she beckoned, I ran. But then there is the question, If I say that I love her, will she understand? I am a creature of conflict, contradiction, always wanting more than I have. A fool subject to the burning flames of passion, I scream silent sounds, as my mind tears my body apart. Such a perfect emotion, love, why does it cause such pain? It provides everything but a life of satisfaction. Written November 4th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 01:13 AM PST   0 • 1