I Desire
And the desperation drives me mad.
My mind feels sodden, heavy with that singular emotion,
Clouded, hopelessly hoping,
As pragmatism is cast away.
I continue to Dream,
Waking and when asleep,
In want,
Flirting with Delirium
As emotions break my mind.
Is this my Destiny of Destruction?
I Despair, waiting
And wondering,
Will I be fulfilled
Before Death reaches her pale hand toward me?
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