No Control

Haunted by the desecrations
of My Mind,
Powerless

Through the torch of the eternal being

slipped through my Hands.

When will I feel again? The grace.

The Grace of your arms,
filling me with horror
but no.

I love again,

but no.

I can't.

I'll never feel AT one with myself.

I just want to feel one.

like the days of winter,

hot and passion filled

FROM the descend of my lustful being

thriving for the sex of another.

oh god. I scream.

please. Please .

GIVE mE peace.