And all that we are is desire
Waiting to be unleashed
Awakened from the slumber of civility
She masquerades in plain sight
Wearing only the thin mask of modern vanity
What we all wear to hide our own insanity
I lust after words combined, lined to make an idea so fine- it blinds. That is living. In the moment of feeling, I breath the fire! Once upon another life, I was an artist. This is my accursed blessing. Pay no mind to a wanna be Bukowski! Set me ablaze, light me afire, set me free of this painful desire!