Desire, twisted, crippling and so strong,
Again took hold of me, this sweetest poison,
My secret dream, a space where I belong,
The other path compared to what's chosen...
I'm left to wonder, play my little games,
Safe in my mind from outside observers,
What would it be without the present chains?
Just to be free from them... Don't I deserve it?
I envy those who seem to have this freedom.
I know it's not complete, there's one weak spot,
For they need us just as, alas, we need them...
I'll wait and let the death untie this knot.
Desire
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2012
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