Slave of an Emotion

For this ungovernable emotion I am a slave,
wish I could find a way to sheke it loose,
yet irrational feelings make their way,
and I am left to shreads and in dismay.
Beat me down with your words,
inject your daggers in my soul,
for I would rather get hurt,
than to live in thise absurd lust.
For this emotion my eyes are blinded,
what else is there to live for if I am left stranded?
Stab me back with darkened eyes,
and buffle me with your darkened light,
give me your dead words of contempt,
and give me a bunch of roses of indiference.
From this devotion I want to be unchained
and after this, not even my ashes shall remain,
for I want to throw off all bounds,
and throw off whatever keeps me to your ground.
A dead feeling I want this to be,
for I abhormy insincere tranquility,
do it once and for all,
your dry words I want them all.

RQ
Moscow
20/4/10
12am